The Underground Stage
“The poor loves, Khan got cut short a bit tonight thanks to tech goblins. What we got was bloody and meaty and rich though. Like a jumbo landing in your stew. Ferocious.” [flickr_set id=”72157664882706098″]
“First time seeing Wawawow this year. Won’t be the last. That pounding, swivelly-eyed, filthy, future-punk madness is *the* addictive drug of the years yet to come. Bonkers.” [flickr_set id=”72157690815398151″]
“Veering like a derailed train between lengthy instrumental improv and raucous Hendrix-y blues Hibiscus Biscuit can *really* bloody play. Skills.” [flickr_set id=”72157668687948029″]
“I’ve seen Bloods a bazillion times. But tonight, they did “Pretend We’re Dead” by L7. Just kill me now, I’m done.” [flickr_set id=”72157664733955408″]
“How good are Bare Minimums!? A mad good twitchy cocktail of Elvis Costello and Yeah Yeah Yeahs is how. Such the goodness!” [flickr_set id=”72157664733955408″]
“I’ve only just managed to catch Whispering Jackie, and *so* bloody glad I did. Raw, throaty, Distillers-y fun. Hell of a set, no mistake.” [flickr_set id=”72157691397421714″]
“The thoroughly excellent Troubled Romantics are fusing riot grrl with Motown and it’s fantastic, delivered with some serious welly.” [flickr_set id=”72157692163696435″]
“Aw hey, that’s a way to end a night, with Tom Cooney’s smooth, smooth, liquor.” [flickr_set id=”72157691359296014″]
“It’s quite hard to overstate the utter loveliness of Angharad Drake. Swoons, and so on.” [flickr_set id=”72157692127545485″]