Emmy The Great @ Port Mahon
Limped my way to the Port Mahon on Sunday night to see Emmy The Great for the first time. She's bloody good, isn't she? I mean I have a bit of a soft spot for girls with acoustic guitars anyway, but Emmy was really impressive and the only bad thing I have to say about it was that she didn't play 'Atoms' which is a fantastic song. Anyway, I'm definitely looking forward to seeing her again at Truck.
Support was from local bands The Keyboard Choir (who, I have to confess, I didn't really like at all) and Foxes!. I'd heard a couple of Foxes! songs before (via their MySpace) and thought they were 'okay', but after seeing them live I've upgraded that to 'good'. They do kind of remind me of some other band but I can't quite think who it is... the Maybellines, maybe? Indie pop, very melodic, interchanging boy+girl vocals, perhaps very slightly twee... yeah, they are a bit like the Maybellines but a lot less twee. I'm sure there's someone else that they remind me of as well though. Anyway, they're still a bit rough around the edges sometimes but I look forward to seeing how they develop.
I was on my own again, since I don't have enough gig-going mates (well, barely any, actually, it's pretty much just wetsleeve and fairy_of_ice69 these days), but about halfway through I had an impromptu conversation with some bloke about various post-rock bands, specifically Mogwai and the greatness that is [a] their new latest album and [b] their live show. He was considerably more intoxicated than me though (thanks to the bar being downstairs which is just where my mysteriously-injured foot didn't want me to go) and halfway through Emmy's set he wandered downstairs and was never seen again... either the alcohol got the better of him or he wasn't a fan (the fool).
By the time I got home my foot was even worse - perhaps going out wasn't the best of ideas, but I hate missing gigs which is why I long ago said "sod it" and started going on my own when no-one else showed willing. Monday morning I got a lift to the doctors, the conclusion reached was that it's a bruised tendon but I'm still none the wiser about how I managed to do it. I mentioned to the_div that essentially all I'd done recently was type (thanks to uni work) and he immediately said something along the lines of "well there's the problem then, stop typing with your foot you bloody idiot". This is a remarkably sensible suggestion from a man who once burned his nose on a hotplate.
Support was from local bands The Keyboard Choir (who, I have to confess, I didn't really like at all) and Foxes!. I'd heard a couple of Foxes! songs before (via their MySpace) and thought they were 'okay', but after seeing them live I've upgraded that to 'good'. They do kind of remind me of some other band but I can't quite think who it is... the Maybellines, maybe? Indie pop, very melodic, interchanging boy+girl vocals, perhaps very slightly twee... yeah, they are a bit like the Maybellines but a lot less twee. I'm sure there's someone else that they remind me of as well though. Anyway, they're still a bit rough around the edges sometimes but I look forward to seeing how they develop.
I was on my own again, since I don't have enough gig-going mates (well, barely any, actually, it's pretty much just wetsleeve and fairy_of_ice69 these days), but about halfway through I had an impromptu conversation with some bloke about various post-rock bands, specifically Mogwai and the greatness that is [a] their new latest album and [b] their live show. He was considerably more intoxicated than me though (thanks to the bar being downstairs which is just where my mysteriously-injured foot didn't want me to go) and halfway through Emmy's set he wandered downstairs and was never seen again... either the alcohol got the better of him or he wasn't a fan (the fool).
By the time I got home my foot was even worse - perhaps going out wasn't the best of ideas, but I hate missing gigs which is why I long ago said "sod it" and started going on my own when no-one else showed willing. Monday morning I got a lift to the doctors, the conclusion reached was that it's a bruised tendon but I'm still none the wiser about how I managed to do it. I mentioned to the_div that essentially all I'd done recently was type (thanks to uni work) and he immediately said something along the lines of "well there's the problem then, stop typing with your foot you bloody idiot". This is a remarkably sensible suggestion from a man who once burned his nose on a hotplate.