At the risk of becomming seen as a rival to Rhyannon's blog (http://confetticonfetti.blogspot.com/) , I am going to write about another gig. Dead Meadow & Youthmovies at The Cellar to be precise. Hey, if you want me to write about getting drunk solidly for 2 weeks to try and forget/dull the pain of being dumped, then let me know, but I'm guessing you probably don't, so here's this instead. Don't worry, I'll keep it short. I'm tired.
I can't remember a single thing about the first act. Probably the excited surprise of seeing Enders, who I then didn't see again for the rest of the night, and the saying hello to virtually everyone I saw. A few conversations can really distract from watching something.
Youthmovies were quite frankly superb. (Even when Andrews guitar went out of tune for a bit on one song.) Apparently their gig the previous night hadn't been a good one. Well they certainly made up for that tonight. I actually can't remember that much of it now, partly due to the new M.I.A album being fucking awesome, party due to Dead Meadow who were on afterwards.
Dead Meadow were dreadful. Imagine playing a Black Rebel Motorcycle Club LP on an old record player that has a 16rpm setting at said setting. That's what Dead Meadow sound like. The same fucking song over and over again. A real uninspired one trick pony. Songs drowned in fuzz to hide the fact there's nothing to them. I've heard the sound they're emulating many times done far far better. My Bloody Valentine, early Lush, Telescopes, etc etc etc. If you want to hear someone new making this kind of sound, check out The Voices "The Sound Of Young America" album, which wipes the floor with Dead Meadow.
That's all I have to say for now. Can you tell how tired I am?