Last night Tash kindly accompanied me to Islington Bar Academy to see My Passion. Unfortunately this is going to be a bit of a baby blog since I left my camera at home (I blame yesterday morning’s gin hangover… didn’t I say I wasn’t ever going to drink gin again after that time Pete and I drank an entire bottle of it at a house party three years ago). Anyway, so I have no videos or pics that I took.
Although Tash and I were there at 7, the first opening act was almost finished. I don’t know what they were called but it was pretty average emo-pop-punk of the immediately forgettable kind. The second opening act was absolutely fabulous though. Playing as if it were Wembley Stadium, Turbowolf burst onto the stage and ripped it apart. Their music had a distinctly 80’s hard rock sound to it, you know from the days when rock ‘n roll was all sweat and dirt and leather pants. Bizarrely they appear to be fronted by Eugene Hütz’s little brother. Think I’m joking… check out these shots I lifted off their MySpaz. Unfortunately this look is only sexy if you pair it with a gold tooth and a thick Ukrainian accent.
Their guitarist on the other hand was a totally hottie. Unfortunately he suffered somewhat from the David Beckham effect. The minute he opened his mouth, the charm faded. Shall definitely be checking them out though.
My Passion played to a frighteningly empty venue to an audience full of hysterical teenage girls who appeared to have turned up only to touch Laurence Rene. I’m all for frontmanship. I want to see a band that put their soul into the live performance but when you’ve gotten to the point that you prance around the stage as if you’re constantly posing for the next photo-op, it’s gone wrong. I’ve seen My Passion play on numerous occasions and Laurence’s mad stage behaviour always seemed very natural but it’s taking on a forced air that I found jarring. That said, the played a good set and it certainly seemed to impress the hysterics in the front row… oh and Simon is still Simon and Tash and I agreed that everyone should be screaming in honour of his beautifulness.
The gig ended at 9.15 (???) which was good for me because it meant I was at Barb’s birthday drinks at 10pm and got to party with the crew. Three nights on the trot of boozing and tonight Michelle’s farewell at the Puzzle. May the booze gods be with me!