We had a good time last night. It was a cracking Sunday night line-up in the Mojo: the term 'chilled' can sometimes have negative connotations, but the fine line that separates ambient goodness and ambient boredom was rarely crossed and the whole thing sounded good to me. Thanks to sound man Lindon (who is genuinely sound), bar man Courtney (also sound), promotor Mike Deane (damn sound) and indeed the other bands who he booked. Well judged, well performed and well attended. This calls for a song.
Nothing much more to say, then. We'll be getting our heads down over the next couple of weeks, trying to practice what we got and develop what we've not quite got, as well as listening to Xxplosive and making important decisions between Twix and Snickers. Catch us next at The Shitting Shipping Forecast (Tue. 22/Nov) where we'll be warming up the PA system ahead of the Casiokids. They had a song on Fifa 10, don't you know.
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