We’ve done two gigs recently. One of them was a while ago, at Undertone in Cardiff. It was our first time at Undertone, which is a fantastic basement venue with interesting pillars (none of which obscure the stage too badly) and a couple of sofas and disgusting toilets (I’ve actually been in there a lot more often now and the toilets are only occasionally disgusting).
Anyway we had meant to take a bunch of awesome pictures of everything but completely forgot shortly after discovering that you can get two pints of some kind of tasty beer for £4.50 in Cardiff’s Central Bar (I think that’s what it’s called). Anyway, if you’re lucky we’ll dig out a blurry crowd photograph to show you some time. We’ve already got one of our somewhat depleted merch table.
The show was great and not just because it was with friends’ bands. It was also awesome because we got to try out all our new songs and they sounded good. Plus, the Us Vs Them DJ’s are great. If you’re ever bored and want to listen to some great new music, look up one of their playlists (somehow). It’s like waiting outside the changing rooms at H&M, only with actually good music.
Pre-gig dinner: tasty.
Our most recent show was when we got to be the third part of an already amazing double bill: TT faves The Lovely Eggs and Art Brut. Kind people have said we fit the bill well and rounded off the whole thing nicely; for us, it felt like being a really small part of a big Japanese robot thing where three different robots all connect together to make one big Fantasto-Bot. We could be the toes, say.
The stage, before anything happened.
Anyway, the gig was great, the new material is still fun to play and seems to work well live (which is the big test until you’re in a position to spend 6 years in the studio recording ridiculous things which are meant solely for the enjoyment of those in possession of leather furniture and truly gigantic headphones).
Better still (for us, at least) was we got to drink an extremely modest part of the other bands rider (we are polite like that), and then dance like Ian Curtis* at an indie disco with both the Eggs and Art Brut and a handful of other nice folks. If listening to some great bands whilst semi-self-consciously squirming around on a dancefloor with even better bands doesn’t sound like ten metric tons of the utter shit, then perhaps I’m not explaining this very well. It was fun, is the point.
Also, we met two fans who actually understood the secret meaning behind the title of one of our songs. They bought us drinks and were amazingly nice people. Train people - on the offchance that either of you have found your way to this blog and have nothing better to do right now than read my posterity scrawl - thank you both. It was a pleasure to meet you.
Next! Soon! More gigs!
* I realise that nobody dances the way Ian Curtis danced