Vents at Club 1980 – aka the Birdcage

The Birdcage is a weird venue with little pixie boy barmen. I like little pixie boy barmen, they make nice G&T’s with Tanqueray.

It’s a weird venue because there is a lot going on in there. Cakes next to beer, shoes and clothes for sale next to coffee machines, huge sofas next to a tiny stage underneath a load of bicycles stuck to the wall. It’s all very confusing. The best bit about this place is the hallway and the loo. The walls are covered in pages from 70’s and 80’s music magazines, Playboy, the odd gay propaganda flyer and classical music manuscript. That I like a lot.

It wasn’t full at all but some stupid fucking bint stood in front of me and sometimes on me so my view of the stage was restricted. She was clearly blind or very very thick, I’m a 10 stone 5ft 6 ginger woman, and I’m hard to miss.

Vents at the Birdcage

Vents are 2 people, 2 gorgeously discordant guitars, one amazing voice and a backing track. Things went wrong but no one cared, I had fun. The singer Emily is a whole lot prettier than the light makes her look in the photo and even if she was piss shit ugly no one would care, she has great legs and like I said, an amazing voice. She’s all the best bits of Patti Smith with a bit of Siouxsie Sioux that can actually sing in tune.

You can see for yourself here:

 

The Perverts at the Stag and Hounds 1st March 2013

The Perverts at the Stag and Hounds This was an accidental night out. We had been to the Thekla to see the mullet sisters (AKA Deap Valley). I was going to write about them but I’m too bitter because they are half my age and probably half my dress size, think JD is a whisky and can only play 3 chords, barre chords at that. Anyway, on the way home we stopped into the Stag and Hounds and paid a bargain £3 each for a Riot Grrls or whatever night. The pub has stages in two rooms on two different floors so it’s easy to get stuck downstairs when you are wedged into the sofa and miss what is going on upstairs.

Luckily I didn’t miss the Perverts.

I was drawn in initially by the dead cat on the mantlepiece but then totally transfixed by the insane gesticulations of the lead singer and the nasty screetching noises coming from the guitarist and various electronic things. The pair stood too far apart for me to get a picture of both of them, probably because the lead singer flails and stomps madly. In fact the whole thing is mad flailing stomping genius.

Here are the lyrics to Myra Pop:

“PUNCH UP WITH FATHER.
IM A BAD GIRL. AGED 8.
MY TREAT OF THE WEEK IS TO BEAT UP KIDS AGED 6 TIL LATE.

I MET IAN ON HIS TIGER CUB MOTORCYCLE.

CATHOLICS HAVE IT HARD,
THERE’S NOT ENOUGH PINK RINSE, GERMAN WINE AND LESBIAN WARDENS TO GO AROUND.

I MET IAN THROUGH WORLD WAR TWO HORRORS.

OH MEINE KINDER. OH MEINE KINDER. MYRA’S COMING TO GET YOU.”

There are never enough lesbian wardens to go around, it’s true.

You need to see them live to appreciate them and luckily you can because someone has put them on YouTube, Hooray.

Want more? Blow the dust off your debit card and invest £3 in a download of their album, Bacon Sandwich.

The Ghoulies at the Stag and Hounds April 14th 2013

The Ghoulies at the Stag and Hounds

The Stag and Hounds is one of my favorite venues. It’s a crumbling pile of a pub with wobbly floors, chandeliers, a real stags head with a manky ear, nice beer and very often lots of new bands.

Last night, denied the death metal gig we thought was on elsewhere we stumbled upstairs at the Stag to find the Ghoulies playing.  Any lead singer who starts a song with ‘Here’s one for all you ladies out there tonight…..DIE!’ gets my vote, I’m immediatly very impressed. There is a whole load of big beard action going on, a drummer who almost levitates and screaming teenage angsty vocals with fantastic dirty hypnotic guitars. They describe themselves as ‘Hammer House Rock’  and to make it you mix even amounts of  60’s surf sound, some really clever bass riffs, the Munsters, early Dr Who sound effects and some booming Beefheart. Bake upstairs in a falling down pub for half an hour and you have the Ghoulies. Fab, just fab.