A Fiver? Fuckin' Bargain Mate

I think the flyer tells you everything you need to know, so get yr arses over to lovely Dalston for a feast of beautiful mindrot. You might not want it, but you know you need it...

A Short Rant

An awful lot of musicians of all stripes talk a fantastic amount of shit when they discuss music, drowning in a sea of metaphorical bollocks in an attempt not to say "Frankly I do it because I fucking love the noise it makes and the way it makes me feel". They should be forced to repeat the quotation below (one of my favourite quotes on music ever) like a mantra until they either shut up, red faced and guilty, every time they're about to describe their latest opus as the musical equivalent of Finnegan's Wake or actually sit down and really think about what they mean before they open their fucking gobs.

"We are musicians and our model is sound not literature, sound not mathematics, sound not theatre, visual arts, quantum physics, geology, astrology or acupuncture." Gérard Grisey said that.

Red and Black, It's Their Colour Scheme...

The totally wonderful Miss Daiquiri at the Surreal Things exhibition at the V&A. Photo by me. Surrealism nerds please note that the berries on Miss Daiquiri's hat look almost identical to the blobby things (technical art speak there) in Yves Tanguy's Reply To Red.