Shamone

I expect you know it's valentine's day. So i've roasted myself some Mackerel (an underrated fish if ever there was one); rolled a fat joint and listened to Akon's 'Lonely' on a loop.

Nah, i'm joking.

It was Sea Bass. And besides, things have just got a whole lot better... Wycombe won this evening at Notts County, to go back to the top of the league and stop a run of 4 games without a win. Come On!


I went to see Clap Your Hands Say Yeah! on Friday night. Or 'Nod A Bit Then Go To The Bar!' as they should be called. I'm not quite sure yet what 'meh'' means. But it seems appropriate.





I can't really muster up much to say about them really. 'My Yellow Country Teeth' was superb though.

After that I shot across town to 333 in Shoreditch, which had Simian Mobile Disco, Freeform Five and some bands. And a lot of queuing up. You'd think after 5 years they could organise a cloakroom.

But the queue downstairs was worthwhile since I met a guy who dragged me off to see a band called 'Mama Shamone'. And they were fucking awesome. Their singer in particular was impossible to take your eyes off, the music was pumping, and they had more hooks than Barry McGuigan.






Hopefully i'll manage to get in touch with them so you can hear what they sound like as well as see what they look like. Meanwhile check out their myspace... the recordings don't really do them justice, but i'd recommend 'You Got Me' of the songs they have there. Apparently this was only their second gig, so things can only get better.

Headline act 'The Modern' were the most '80s band i've ever seen.

And i've seen Yazoo.




They had some good moves and some catchy tunes, but if only they'd become 90s revivalists they could have been at the forefront of a brave 'new' world, rather than feasting on the scraps from the dining tables of Fischerspooner, Ladyton et al.



I spent most of the rest of the evening upstairs leaping about in the Mother bar, where there were headphonesex tunes in abundance. I did make a brief sojourn to the main room though, where after fighting my way through the moody hipsters wankers to my mate Paul by the dj booth, some guy who wasn't Simian Mobile Disco or Freeform Five stuck this on. And I loved it. So I asked what it was.

Then I stopped off at Record & Tape Exchange on my way home on Saturday, and guess what was staring at me from the racks - the very same record.

CRISPIN J GLOVER - THIS IS NOT A LOVE SONG

I only discovered the glory of Public Image's original about a year ago, and this isn't radically different. John Lydon's been replaced on vocals by someone called 'Princess Julia'. And the beats have been pumped up a bit. And it goes on a bit longer. It's just tweaked to perfection though I reckon, and sounds great on a loud system.



So after a bit of a musical drought in January, the famine has turned to a feast. I had a big shop at the weekend, i've a big order from Boomkat arriving tomorrow, and I've been sent loads of great stuff as well. Hopefully I can get some of it out to y'all the next few days.