Woah there! I'm well angry!
Just been to see the Rumbly Bumbly Strips and, although twas yet another cracking gig by the lads with the entertaining Datarock in support, I'm furious! Why yes, I'd like to strangle every single muthaf**ker who smokes at gigs (excuse language, but I'm lying in bed, my throat feeling like someone's been at it with a cheese grater). And let's extend that to just anyone who smokes. You're all selfish gits. Is there a worse insult to pay a band than to smoke at their gig, thereby poisoning the musicians, their fans and anyone who's just popped in for a swift shandy?
I feel rough. The trombonist and saxophonist must be wishing they hadn't bothered tonight. Go and kill yourself in your own space you bunch of immature imbeciles. Your nicotine addiction shows you to be weak, and you need help. You're taking everyone down with you, and in a few years time you'll be draining the NHS dry as you lie on a hospital bed, gasping for breath. Good luck with that.
That rant over, I'm adoring these two myspace finds:
Kate Walsh has a stunning voice, like Gemma Hayes, and Loney, Dear is a purveyor of the finest Scandinavian folk since King of Convenience.
I'm off to try and get some fresh air.
m xx
