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Why: 

I was really quite obsessive about this band.

My book club just read a novel where one of the characters has a bumper sticker with the words “I Hate My Life” on it.

His mother wants to borrow his car, and she tries to scrape the sticker off: “I’m not driving it with this on,” she protests. “It’s ridiculous. It’s so negative.”

“It’s a song,” her son replies. “From the Pernice Brothers.”

But it’s not. It’s actually from the album Joe Pernice brought out as Chappaquidick Skyline in 2000.

I didn’t have the bumper sticker, but I had the t-shirt. I wore it a lot through till about 2009 when I met my wife.

I put it on for book club the other week, but they never got to saw it as I’d gone out drinking at lunchtime and by the time I tried to get there I was incapable.

In 2001 the Pernice Brothers had their second album out, The World Won’t End.

It may be their best. It opens with Working Girls. It’s majestic.

I went to this show with a colleague. He was someone I’d been working with for about a year.

Over the next decade I’d work with him again in three other jobs.

At the time he was close to being made redundant from this one.

The dotcom bubble had burst and our company was downsizing.

It didn’t help that he had a little problem with heroin at the time.

In that book club book, there’s a suicide.

The way it was written, all I could think of was this friend who ended up making two attempts sometime around 2011/2012.

We lost touch after that.

At this show we were hammered.

I remember him getting into an argument with someone, for being very tall and jumping around down the front.

Security got involved.

High: Monkey Suit

Drinking: really heavily. Before, during and after.

Thinking: bloody student venues.

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Why:

It was all about Roscoe.

Everyone loved Roscoe. It had a Fleetwood Mac thing. It was propulsive.

It was obscure, but it connected immediately.

It seemed like their sound had come out of nowhere.

And as well as Roscoe I loved the yearning way they sang “She reads Leviathan…” on Head Home.

I’ve never read Leviathan, and I don’t think the girl I would have been projecting that yearning onto at the time would have ever read it either.

But still.

“She never mentions a word to me, she reads Leviathan…. I think I’ll head home.”

Still hits me now.

I don’t remember who I went to see this show with.

What I remember is an incredibly crowded room and a lot of bass.

And it all felt terribly important. Sombre as well as celebratory.

High: The opening of Roscoe and the cheer that goes with it.

Drinking: very much so. And beer was cheap at ULU.

Thinking: She never mentions a word to me. Think I’ll head home.

Why: I quite liked a couple of singles by the Music, and when a senior colleague at work at the time asked if I’d go with him I just said yes – even though I knew the guy didn’t touch alcohol and wasn’t what many gig goers would think of as cool.

High: Absolutely none. Queues for the bar and I walked out during the Coral’s set. Sure, they had some good tunes but I didn’t like the way they looked. Someone I dated from time to time fancied the singer as well, so seeing him in the flesh I decided he was a wanker and left.

Drinking: Curtailed and continued at home with the 4-pack of Stella that constituted my baseline home alone alcohol quota from 2000-2004.

Thinking: I’m going home.

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Why: Whenever they play London, I’m there with the same friend… And this time we took the old school friend of mine who’d first introduced us back in the mid-90s when we all worked together. I’ve already written about the Bizarro tour, but this was playing all of George Best, in a good venue with relatively cheap beer. What’s not to like?

High: My Favourite Dress

Drinking: Cheap student lager.

Thinking: Christ, do we look as old as everyone else here?

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