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Imaginative, Intelligent, Witty and Funky is how I would describe tonight's openers, Soulwax. However, there is one other word that sums them up.
Wannadies @ Leeds Festival 2000
8am: Wake up in a comfy bed at home. This year I avoided camping, and I'm now glad that I made that decision.
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A happy version of indie music, or a depressed version of The Wannadies, either way, Kaiser Chiefs impressed.
Shard wail onto my stereo like a fucking alarm bell. Hit me, hit me, hit me! Riffs shooting out of their guitars like bullets from an MK47, vocals that scream down the mic shouting slap me in the face, yes, you, now you bastard!
Only Los Angeles could produce something as cool and pretentious as Autolux. Dark art noise rock that gives the impression smiling is banned 'cause it is too passé.
Limp Bizkit @ Leeds Festival 2000
2pm: Arrive for what is a very short day for me. I come for four bands in particular, Brassy after their amazing set when they supported Idlewild earlier on this year at the Metropolitan University, Soulwax, after an equally amazing set with Wannadies, and the two American bands Limp Bizkit and Foo Fighters.
Two words: Unlucky & Resilient....for if you are to make it in this business you must expect the former and master the latter.
Before we get stuck into the review I feel it's necessary to have a whinge. Stealthman were supposed to be playing tonight but unfortunately the landlord decided to be a prick and ban them from the venue due to them being under-age, after they had lugged all their gear in and sound checked.
There's a lot of competition for our attention in Leeds this evening, there's the Wannadies with Mommy and Daddy at the Cockpit, there's a whole city filled with vulnerable teens pissing mum and dad's money up the wall in fresh meat week, and best of all there's the episode of Eastenders before the one where Dirty Den comes back.
I love gigs like this. You go down to some random (admittedly, in the case of the Faversham, glorified) pub on the outskirts of the city to see a band or two that you've never heard of and to be brutally honest, probably never will again.
Cleverly deciding I was going to go to this at the last minute, I made it to the Roscoe just in time to find Beautiful Feet sitting down with their drinks and having a few pats on the back.
The Swedish four piece trip daintily on stage, accompanied by a hurdy gurdy soundtrack that conjures up images of accordion playing moustachioed fellows and Heidi running through lush meadows.