My first and hopefully last time at this horrendously dilapidated venue, packed to the gills with the converted and the curious (i.e me, and also Richard Branson who was here tonight!). A dank wooden firetrap of a place doesn't inspire confidence at the best of times, but it certainly gives you a bad feeling when you're crammed in with sweaty punters. Also, had an interminably long wait for the support band!
However, when they arrived, Basti were worth the wait; an aggressive, "in your face" style of guitar funk rock made for a loud, chunky and enjoyable set enhanced by an energetic frontman. Ady reckoned they were like, "the Poppies with a slapper." So much better than that sounds, though!
Curve kept us waiting until 11.30. They are the media "press darlings" at the moment, but honestly sound like Lush cast-offs with a heavier, funkier base. Vocalist Toni Halliday projected an untouchable "ice maiden" image no doubt borrowed from Siouxsie Sioux, as the band played the same song 10 times. I actually quite enjoyed it, in a perverse way, but new? Groundbreaking? Give me a break, people...
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