The North/ South Divide... in musical terms.

Last night was interesting to say the least.



Met up with Gary and Rob. After being robbed, no pun intended, in bar 1001 (£4.50 for a magners??? Not cool) we began to walk towards the local pub, The Pride of Spitalfields. We then encountered Katy Bev on the way who had guest list plus 3 for a gig at Macbeth so we decided it might be fun. I can't resist the word guest list, makes me feel all important (ha).



On arriving the atmosphere was good and there seemed to be a fairly big crowd. Went to the bar, ordered a cider (deceiving pear eww) and went for a fag as the band were, as we thought, sound checking. We later realised that the band was not sound checking, this strange collection of noise was their set. It was strange. Quite unlike anything I've heard before. Unfortunately, the bands i am talking about here i have no recollection of their names, that's probably for the best as no one can sue. So use your imagination here if you will. When we returned to watch the second band, after hearing Gary's hilarious go karting anecdote we sidled to the settees at the rear of the venue. About enough distance away from the crowd so if i broke out in hysterics i would be alright without the fear of being beaten with a violin.



Now, the second bands 'sound' was appropriately described by Gary, "They sound like the tin man falling down the stairs", or alternatively, "It sounds like the girl got a pan out the cupboard, dropped it, tried to pick it up and dropped it again. Oh damn it! Not again." Classic. People were seriously into this stuff though....I'm talking around 40 people watching the band, which seemed to have it's own internal rhythm which didn't quite fit with mine.



This is one of the occasions when i reflect on the vast difference in acceptability in both London, and the North West. Now if this, let's say 'experimental' gig, was played in the Cellar bar in Blackburn or The Imperial in Chorley then i am 100% sure within 2minutes of their set, this band would have the shit kicked out of them, probably with me leading the way. I know i always go back to this London Vs Blackburn thing but it is becoming more and more apparent to me the difference, especially when flitting between the two so often as i do.



This band, which will remain forever anonymous, are truly a creature of their environment. And judging by the crowds reaction are what people want. As bizarrely to me as this may seem.

Fun night, very comical, thanks unknown strange bands!