Finally, there was a good gig in Winchester at the Railway this weekend. Alan came to mine for the weekend and we went to watch Ack Ack Ack (you can listen to themhere). We didn't know a great deal about them before going, except that Ash, the drummer from Charlottefield, is in the band, and they were therefore likely to be very good. They reminded me a bit of a jazzier Kill Yourself, with a combination of quite danceable grooves, dischordant guitar played using a slide (none of those sounds on the mp3 are keyboards, contrary to what I'd expected), and fuzzy vocals through a gas mask microphone. I'd highly recommend you check out their 12" if any of this sounds appealing.
In order to get to the point of the evening where we'd hear Ack Ack Ack, we'd already experienced the highly entertaining electronica of Gay Death Probe, and a truly awful hippy-ish shoegazer band The Limes. Still, it was worth it. When we got home, it was straight onto a steady diet of Newkie and Wii Sports.
I wrote Sunday off for any productivity, but am going to have to do those job applications I've been putting off tonight.
There is to be no mention of kite marks here
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