It was a hen night, multiplied by fifteen, and surrounded by expensively dressed, expensively drunk dickheads. Other than that, Proud was like any Camden venue. It’s a pity the main DJ couldn’t mix, and the sound man/PA was bollocks, as at the centre of all of this, there was a pretty fun new band trying […]
If you can, go see them – you’ll come away feeling a lot happier than you went in, and if that’s not worth the price of a ticket, I don’t know what is.
Don’t buy this – if you get the chance to see it in its proper place, a disused warehouse in Hoxton with lots of drunken people in skintight jeans and fashionable hair, then you’ll enjoy. Hell, I might even manage to enjoy it there. As a new album for Animal Collective, though, it’s frankly a shocking effort.
Tape Records’ policy of getting “bands we like” on board is most definitely a positive one. Check The Brute Chorus out as soon as you can.
Tonight, both artists had me intellectually, emotionally and culturally spellbound.
That’s the best thing about Pendulum – they bring a very human face, and real warmth and personality, to drum and bass. Guitars, drums, bass, keys and voices all meld together with a definite edge for the hook, and for keeping a crowd bouncing along. On the odd occasions I got the space, I grooved and threw some shapes, although most of the time, we were all just jumping forward to worship the band, as always seems to happen.