One of those bands that I loved, but never quite felt cool enough to be really part of their scene. In my head they played most of the set silhouetted against a hazy red backdrop, or maybe that’s just how I wanted them to be.
I think they were supported by a band called E.A.R. that I can’t find on Google. They assaulted us with a white noise set for 40 minutes that seemed designed to test the MBV audience’s tolerance to discordant sounds.
9pm-6am, those were the days.
My memories of this involve a uncomfortable hour in a dodgy Stockwell bar, an endless night bus journey back to Shepherd’s Bush and a hazy yoof sat on the floor of the Acadamy offering me some Vick’s.
Getting the sky to look natural without the stick would have been much harder before Content Aware Fill
This is the first time I’ve carved a pumpkin