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Nov. 6th, 2007 12:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
leedyI had one of those vaguely crabby Monday afternoons yesterday: various minor work annoyances, then went into town to buy cucumber face wipes in Boots and THEY HAD NONE (I know, my tiny little first world problems), and then had the world's most meh "burrito" in Nude (it appeared to have been toasted in a sandwich toaster. Seriously, people.) and was generally expecting the rest of my day to stay at the same level of general "bleah". But then! I went to a gig and things took a turn for the considerably better. Hoorah for live music.
The first band was Yacht, a man who has realized that the way to make a one-man-and-his-laptop gig look exciting is RIDICULOUS DANCING. Lots of it. Including a considerable amount of throwing himself into the audience. Really endearing, very poppy (a bit like a cross between !!! and Max Tundra), very good fun. Sadly, he had run out of CDs by the time I attempted to buy one (he had a selection of little homemade signs beside the merch stall, apologizing for this but offering some of his "illegally imported" t-shirts instead. Or hugs. Or answers to questions). Then came Deerhunter, who I've seen described as "ambient punk", and are in fact evidence that SHOEGAZING IS BACK. They even had cardigans. Really good set, with a couple of tracks that were just delicious huge noisy washes of sound with a pulsing, precise bass to hang onto through them, bass player grinning like an eejit because I'M MAKING THIS - lovely stuff. If really fucking loud. Sorry, ears. Quiet pint afterwards (stopping on the way out of Whelans to buy some Deerhunter "product" and commiserate with the Yacht man on the death of his cat), midnight cycle home with smiles and still slightly ringing ears. Sometimes Mondays aren't so bad...
The first band was Yacht, a man who has realized that the way to make a one-man-and-his-laptop gig look exciting is RIDICULOUS DANCING. Lots of it. Including a considerable amount of throwing himself into the audience. Really endearing, very poppy (a bit like a cross between !!! and Max Tundra), very good fun. Sadly, he had run out of CDs by the time I attempted to buy one (he had a selection of little homemade signs beside the merch stall, apologizing for this but offering some of his "illegally imported" t-shirts instead. Or hugs. Or answers to questions). Then came Deerhunter, who I've seen described as "ambient punk", and are in fact evidence that SHOEGAZING IS BACK. They even had cardigans. Really good set, with a couple of tracks that were just delicious huge noisy washes of sound with a pulsing, precise bass to hang onto through them, bass player grinning like an eejit because I'M MAKING THIS - lovely stuff. If really fucking loud. Sorry, ears. Quiet pint afterwards (stopping on the way out of Whelans to buy some Deerhunter "product" and commiserate with the Yacht man on the death of his cat), midnight cycle home with smiles and still slightly ringing ears. Sometimes Mondays aren't so bad...
