“I cannot count the hours I have wasted in my head.”
It’s a bit hard to articulate how much I love living in London. However, home is never a bad place to rest your head and, especially as Christmas draws near, I’ve been finding the idea of a flight back to Minneapolis a little more bearable. Moreover, one of my favorite local bands – The King and the Thief
– has a show scheduled the Sunday following my arrival. Not a bad thing to come home too. They recently changed their name from Now and Forever
, recorded two new tracks (posted below) with Ace Enders, and are currently in the process of writing for their upcoming full length. The band’s debut EP, “Of Wounds and Blessings,” is one of my favorite of 2008, and I can only imagine the new record will rival its predecessor.
Datarock, 24/11/2009 – The Garage, London
Since when do I like bands like Datarock? Since never, but since Tuesday. Since my three Norwegian friends promised me a good time was to be had with Bergen’s track-suited pop duo. And since vocalist Fredrik Saroea was carried through the Garage’s wall to wall crowd, with his guitar in tow, on the shoulders of the Swedish supporting band. That’s probably when it happened.
(MP3) Datarock – Fa Fa Fa
11.18.2009 – A Place to Bury Strangers, Relentless Garage, London.
I confess my ignorance. As of only a few days ago, I was almost completely blind to the brilliance of Brooklyn’s A Place To Bury Strangers. Thanks to both the persistence and musical prowess of my good friend Dan, I’ve since been enlightened. We caught the band two days ago at Islington’s Relentless Garage (and because I hate the fact that the Garage bowed to the “patronage” of the latest energy drink to hit the scene, I’m loathe to admit that the venue itself is actually quite nice inside), and after endless pots of coffee and a considerable amount of sleep, my poor senses have yet to fully recover. Although sight unseen (and unheard) to you, I can assure you that North London is probably still ringing. If you’ll allow me my one contradiction – I’ve never left a show feeling quite as muddled AND revivified at the same time.
A Place To Bury Strangers – To Fix The Gash In Your Head