by Dai Howells
Hey Scenesters! Your city needs you.
If you weren’t sipping cocktails at Little Johnny Russell’s in your skinny jeans and check shirts, with your ridiculously oversized glasses, rip-off “vintage” clothes, incessant trips to the bathrooms (to make sure your hair is still doing that flicky rhinocort thing, like that man from that band) and talking about just how good your fucking blog is, you might have noticed there was a gig going on.
A Friday evening at the Birdcage (above The Festing for those who don’t know) sees Eastleigh’s Broken Links play the cliché one man and Buy Viagra Online Pharmacy his dog show. Sat around the venue – are the promoter, the b Levitra reviews and second on the bill Order Doxycyclineand one incongruous looking bastard with a notepad. Everybody else must have been too busy choosing between their David Bowie or Ramones T-shirts. Florida codes bank Not, of course, that onlinepharmacy-drugs.com/buy/nexium.html this detracts from the band’s performance. Gig-hardened Broken Links still throw in enough grungy post-rock to enliven the Birdcage, swinging pendulously between early Muse influenced space rock and the grungy noise of an otherworldly Nirvana fronted by Keith Murray. The gig’s end sees the band at their most experimental, using echo on the guitar and a 7/4 time drum beat, filling the otherwise sparse Birdcage not only with a wall of sound but a huge display of imagination.
Second on the bill were Brighton four-piece Ice Black Birds, who, like Broken Links before them, are certainly not afraid to be engaging. Zithromax pharmacy Lead singer Sam Denniston looks like a stork in denim and b Levitra generico assist/resident cheeky git Harry Bohay-Nowell delays the songs not just once to offer a witty anecdote with boyish enthusiasm and a devil’s grin. Then, once all the laughter dies down, the band who had until that point looked like they’d been stood in the kitchen at a Sixties fancy dress party unleash an intense garage rock that sounds like The Black Keys having quantum leaped back five decades and set up camp on the beach. Bohay-Nowell instantly displays that he can do more than tell a good joke, playing furiously, making a case for himself as possibly the best amateur bassist currently in operation, whilst Denniston somehow manages to sound Wellbutrin SR Online erratic and sincere in the same breath, adding the spit to their sawdust.
Local boys Switch Transmission close the evening and bring the local crowd along. Vardenafilo levitra Friends and families watch from the sidelines as the band run through their Incubus indebted funk odyssey. However, lead singer David Martin looks like the bastard love child of David Cameron and Aled Jones having been kicked through Next, singing of how he has the weight of the world on his epaulettes. His spasmodic gesticulation owes more to Bez than Curtis and the countdown begins to how long it’ll take for one of them to break out into tambourine foreplay order cialis (the answer, not very).
“This song is not meaningful” the band offers by way of an introduction, and maybe therein lays the problem. Our local bands write songs that are, by their own admission, not meaningful. Can you blame them? Most certainly not. When everybody else in this island catwalk is too busy dropping the names of someone they read about in the NME or spending more time in Primark than they are at HMV (or even, God forbid, independent record shops) it’s little wonder our venues are empty and bands lacklustre. Cheap Levitra online So why are you even reading this? Go buy a CD because you like the cover, pick up an instrument and learn to play, see a band play live even if you’ ve ne Buy antibiotics online without prescription. Online Drugstore.ver heard a single song of theirs or drive a hundred miles or more to see a band you love. And for fuck’s sake leave the deck shoes and straw hat behind. buy drugs online
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