It’s been a rum old fortnight.
I went to a gig on October 1st. I’m terrible for not going to gigs, yet when I do go, I invariably love it and have a simply soopah time. And the Hidden Cameras in the lovely Sugar Club in Dublin was no exception. I went there with my lovely pal, Brian, who goes to gigs every five minutes, harassed BBC Radio 6Music, and is hugely enthusiastic about everyone from Cat Power to Shakira via Slater Kinney.
Anyway, ver Cameras and their ‘gay folk church music’ were fantastic, and the new album, AWOO (review here), is much better than the previous one, Missisauga Goddamn, if not quite as good as debut, The Smell Of Their Own. Since they asked very nicely for the audience to move forward, I and Brian did just that and spent the night pogoing ecstatically in front of (the surprisingly hunky) Joel. They rock. Buy the album.
Love this? Buy AWOO here. Or wherever you want. Just get it.