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Having to work meant I missed (or didn't really listen to) either of the support acts. I was aware that they were happening and that they sounded like indie music but that's it.
Various Artists: Crash! Indie Anthems 1982-2004
1982-2004 22 years of indie? Did indie really begin in 1982? Who cares, don't let the title stand in the way of this rather good (but rather predictable) compilation.
Laughing Gravy @ The Junction (Otley)
I am sure I am not the only person who has wondered what would have happened if Tom Waits had chosen to form a skiffle band.
Biogs don't always play fair, a too well written biog can actually have an adverse effect - rather than promoting a band's worth it actually leaves you questioning whether your editor sent you the right one and didn't mix them up in the post.
As a second encounter with Barnsley's badly named Gaia (and they're not even crusties!) is thankfully a little more promising but still cuts a firm trench in the middle of the rock/pop highway.
Akaysia Parker: Urban Lullabies (sampler)
Imagine having melted chocolate poured into your ear, while you have you face rubbed with feathers, simultaneously having the back of you head vigorously stroked - is it a nice feeling?
Action Directe @ Cardigan Arms
'Vive Le Revolution' say Action Directe. Well if the topless, gyrating, hairy-backed fan in a CSKA Moscow scarf constitutes the revolution then the fat cats, fascists and fence-sitters, Action Directe so vociferously oppose, will sleep easy in the corridors of power.
Taxi To the Ocean hail from the Netherlands, although it would be mighty expensive to get one there. There is a definite influence of Pearl Jam in there, especially with singer Just Posthumus' long locks and head swaying.
Pretty middle of the road, harping back to 90's indie drawl here folks. It's not altogether that bad, I suppose.
Lowlife UK: Barstool Preaching
First and foremost it must be said that this is pure punk. Not modern day American, high pitched vocals, whining about your girlfriend while you're at the mall kind of punk but traditional old school British punk.
Royal Vendetta: The Lost Cause
Wearing their influences firmly on their sleeve, or more like in a big day-glow t-shirt that says "our influences are:" Royal Vendetta are Leeds' answer to Kasabian, The Cooper Temple Clause and The Music...
Cannily advertised on the ticket as "St Pets' Day" (oh ho ho), tonight is another good indication that while Leeds may be churning out indie kid bands at ten to the dozen right now that the punk scene's flourishing quite nicely as well thank you.
My first gig of 2003 and in the dreaded month of January, the skint month, the after payday month, the "gigs are low priority on my spending list" month - but no, what's this, "you'll have to squeeze in at the back"; "you can stand on the chairs if you want"; "I'm not going to the bar again, it was murder" for tonight The Primrose is packed for its first gig of the year and the first gig ever for The Cat Pack all 19+ of them.
Miss Black America: Emotional Junkmail
Have you seen the video? Picture the scene - a darkened room, with a table in the middle. On the table is a plate of cookies at one side and four pints of milk lined up in a row at the other side with an empty glass next to them.
Indicator: Critical Resistance EP
Right here's a frightening thing... a 16 year-old with the voice of a 46-year-old man who's smoked woodbines all his life and drinks 10 pints of Trophy a night down the social.
The Venna Blast - angular post-punk that rather washed over me I'm afraid. A few half decent songs were present but my interest was not.
As ever I'm late, it looks like I've already missed 2 bands and I've already missed the first song from Indicator.
Ryan Spendlove is name to watch. He has a pretty face, a sharp-tongued soulful voice and the kind of snarly delivery that every generation likes to call its own.
Is this night at the Mixing Tin proof that the traditional guitar / bass / drums / vocals band set up is dying out and becoming tired?
Apparently 'Lee' in front of me was number 8 and the Chuckle Brother-esque guy "remembered '66", the army of football paraphernalia clad men, held their pints aloft, sweated profusely (football shirts have never been designed for sweat) and from their post McD guts chanted "Yorkshire, Yorkshire, Yorkshire", taking particular care to emphasise the ork.
Being 747 @ Royal Park Cellars
First up are an intriguing prospect called Jail. This band features a front man armed with a yellow fluorescent tube (lit up, of course), wandering around the stage and the crowd and it's not really obvious if he knows what he's doing or not.
Kyte have been floating around for a wee while now, but with precious little in the way of released material.
Playmates in deep throat shocker!
Hub's first EP is a self-titled three-track from the Leeds-based five piece formed in early January 2006.
Arctic Monkeys: I Bet You Look Good on the Dancefloor
Ok, so enough of this Libertines nonsense. The good ship Arcadia is well and truly sunk and there are new boys in town.
Having become rather disconsolate by seeing many unsigned bands who simply mimic their heroes, often succeeding in recreating the look rather than the sound of say the Libertines, Oasis and the Strokes, it was refreshing to see two bands for whom the music definitely came first at the Bassment.
It seems that everywhere you turn these days, someone is writing a review or on TV or maybe just down the pub declaring the excellence of the current Leeds music scene.
In a full transcription of the interview that appeared in the May 16 issue of the YEP, Andy Roberts talks to Noble - guitarist from eclectic Bowie-esque soon-to-be superstars British Sea Power about growing up in Leeds and more...
Proper Charlies: Andy Roberts catches up with Charly Six prior to their Royal Park gig...
It about time the best band in Leeds came back to claim the unofficial crown from the local indie kids.
Bloc Party @ Leeds Festival 2005
Three days, four nights (five, even, if you're hardcore, or none if you're of the wired, Lucozade Tablet-guzzling insomniac variety), thousands of lovely boys attentive to the lure of (so) many an alluring female, two hundred bands, two million pints of Carling and two famed yellow wellies; it's all about numbers.
MMMMBZZZZ goes the clock and I'm buzzing for pound a pint. I'm sat there, as per every pissing Friday afternoon, shooting the shit with Tommy B.
British Fiction: Twilight's Lost and Dreaming of Modern Peacocks
Truvine @ Tut'n'Shive (Wakefield)
So this is the location for Wakefield's newest acoustic night (featuring two non-acoustic bands tonight, just for the hell of it).