Back again

Nat and I headed over to the Brixton Academy a couple of nights ago to watch Deathcab for Cutie. And what a great show! I've listend to Deathcab for the better part of two and a half years now, although I've never been a massive follower. Going into the gig I expected a mellowed out set without too much energy expenditure. ERR! WRONG!

Deathcab absolutely rocked Brixton! All songs got an extra two clicks across on the amps and the energy they put into the show was unbelievable. The best gigs are played when the band are truly enjoying themselves on stage, which was definitely the case on Wednesday night. I'd give DC four and a half fingers out of five for their performance - only subtracting half a finger for having such a crap opening act. Women who play guitars are sex personified, it's true. However, just standing up on stage and using your instrument to shove feedback out the amps doesn't not constitute talent for playing said instrument. If this is further aggravated by your tone deaf boyfriend, who can't hold a beat to save his dying mothers life, gleefully bashing away on a drum kit without a care in the world... well, don't be suprised when no one buys your records. Or knows your name. Or couldn't even be bothered to Google for it.

So the opening act sucked, which was a shame, but Deathcab more than made up for it.

Happy Birthday to Gavin, Adrianna's boyfriend. Hope he had a good night last night.

Today we're off to a mates flatwarming where much beer (the low cal variety as we're trying to redistribute some weight right now) will be drunk, and football will be watched.

COME ON ENGLAND!

Will someone please tell me if my Skype button is working? It won't let me talk to myself.