It has been a long day. Our little students all graduated today, which I'm sure is lots of fun for them. Proud parents and digital cameras abound and I get to stand outside in the rain / not rain, observing the rainbows and accumulating frustration all day. In November.
Some things go terrible wrong, but all is recovered and we send them out into the world of Trying To Get A Job Now You're Not A Student Any More.
It's alright though, because I get to go out in the evening and as it's Joe Public's again I don't have to pay. The security guard wants to search through the bag, just in case you've got any drinks in there mate - nothing to do with terrorism at all. After we let him have a good nosey we make our way to the largely empty bizarre air-crash-cum-nightspot.
The flyer tell us that Half Rabbits "bridge the gap between dark, intense pop (Joy Division, Smashing Pumpkins, Pixies) and intelligent art-rock (Muse, At The Drive-In, Shellac)". I don't know what Shellac sound like, but the rest of it is pretty accurate except for one thing. The singer is in the wrong band. Or at least this is a new breed of folk being born right here.
I mean, the music is shambolic rock that comes together at crucial ecstatic moments and it takes a few songs to settle down. All the while there is this nasal folky voice over the top. It's a bit weird, but with a bit of harmonising the music sells itself and sucks me in.
Tonight Santa Dog are much, much better than I remember, attacking their songs with lots of energy and a bit of shrieking. I swear she looked at me. I guess this isn't surprising given that I'm standing right in front of her, but off we go again with more guitarry songs and I'm reminded that I've been standing up all day in the cold.
Not that the music's cold - no it's fun, bouncy passionate. I just have to rest now.
