Patrick Wolf, KoKo, Camden.

I've done Ed Larrikin and The Pan I Am so it wouldn't be fair to neglect Ed's bezzi mate Patrick Wolf. Full of JD and in high spirits I made the journey to Camden to see everyones favourite eccentric...

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He may be as camp as a row of tents but Patrick Wolf has got a bloody good set of pipes on him. Last night he was beautifully magnificent, with particular emphasis on beautifully, and swept through his rather short set with elegance and a lot of glitter...

The entry fee was a mere £5 and although I missed the support band, Micachu, I got my moneys worth for definite. Pat played a small selection from his previous albums along with some new off his forthcoming, which were upbeat and dancy compared with the earlier haunting melodies.

Patrick came across as simply charming, juxtoposed with the rumours earlier this month that he had fired and humiliated his drummer on stage??? Strange really, as he couldn't have been futher from that image last night. His band really accentuated the whole performance and were very, very talented to say the least.

The venue itself is so fitting for Patrick Wolf, a converted theatre, it has balconies swirling high above the stalls and matched his theatrical performance down to a tee. This performance wouldn't have been complete without a relatively odd costume, and we weren't disappointed....bondage braces and a shit load of glitter on his face. Great.

The crowd at KoKo reacted differently to how others do at a Patrick Wolf gig. It was pretty violent to say Wolf's main element is folk and was full of pretentious wankers with nothing to be pretentious about. That's London for ya kids.

After the set including classics such as The Libertine, Tristan and Bluebells and some new such as Battles (gunna be popular) ended, a shit dj from club NME took over and I danced away into the night to some really bad indie music. JD does miracles. Cracking night.