Rudhraigh

Last night I went to see these boys play in The Rhythm Factory.

Shigeto – Man, his set was fucking ridiculous, nice smooth beats with the Trademark Shigeto blastiness, hit you right were you lived. His drumming was fucking note perfect, but it kind of did make you feel a bit disengaged cause then you just felt like he was playing to a backing track. It was nice seeing Zach again, he’s the very definition of personal consistency, smiley happy fellow who’s just happy he’s smiling.

Lapalux – I was next door for his entire set chatting to my mate about the dating scene in NYC. So in that case, he was great!

Greenwood Sharps - Oh, Derf, how can you be so talented and yet so distant? SHARE YOUR SKILL WITH THOSE WHO WISH TO PARTAKE OF YOUR CREATIVE JOURNEY

This fella was just fucking awesome. Favourite act by far and not just cause he’s a Smile-Driver.

A great night.

You know the way in British soaps like Eastenders, when one of the main actors like Phil or Fred or Dorleen or Brakchok or whatever finally decides they’ve had enough of the ridiculous plotlines, the mindnumbing tedium, the constant need to look surprised when someone pointlessly keeps secrets that turn out to cause rifts? They decide that they want leave the show so they can go explore the “many” alternative venues for their “fertile” careers? And then, in order to prevent their breaking down and wanting to return two weeks later, the writers make a big thing about something really intense happening to their character? Decapitation? Spontaneuous Human Combustion? Aliens bursting out of chest cavities?

It’s weird when they come back four years later, right? Experimental head surgery, emergency Hydro Envelopment treatment, The alien turning out to be a tumour?

They look older, lost some of their hair maybe, got a bit fat have a a squint, look fucked from whatever three year battle with Procadacamentoselophine or Mega Pikey Heroin addiction they suffered when they realised that it’s never “just one panto”, the dead look of embarrassed resignation on their faces while they tried to ignore the “I told you so” looks of all the people who stayed and just got on with things, never getting above themselves?

Yeah, so now I’m back in London. SHOCK PLOT TWIST LET’S SEE WHAT YOU’VE GOT FOR US THIS SEASON