Glowsticks
m posted in General moans on February 12th, 2007
I’m not a club-goer. I’m not a chav, a teenager or a gay, so there’s nothing much there for me. But on Saturday, I ended up at an indie club, for the first time in about 12 years. We wanted to see a band (Switches) that was playing at the club, so we were required to enter into what felt like the opening scene of Blade (with less blood and more shouting.) After spending about 45 minutes in the packed holding bar, we eventually went down into the main bowels of the ship (the club’s on a boat), and made ourselves comfortable at a balcony table, overlooking the main bar.
As everyone around us got louder and less capable, we sat around feeling old. The music was good, but it couldn’t really be heard over the shouting. At one point, when it was just the two lads at our table, we were joined by Cerys Matthews’s grandmother, who was in search of friendship, shotgun marriage, or drugs. We couldn’t be sure, because she was about 6 pints ahead of us, and was therefore unintelligible. We tried chatting with her, but she seemed to be a bit disappointed that we wouldn’t be friends, so she got up and went back to the table that had just expelled her.
Thankfully, the band came on sometime around midnight, so we headed round to our regular viewing balcony (we’ve been to the venue many times, but not usually when there’s a club night on) and watched in amusement as the band and the front rows of the audience competed over who could behave the most drunkenly. Can’t be sure, but I think the band won;
They were pretty entertaining, though, and seem to have a bulging sackful of tunes that they can rattle through in their own shambolic sort of way. It’s not the most credible list of influences, but they seem to owe a lot to ELO, Weezer, Silversun and Supergrass. Look forward to seeing them play a proper show in the future, when we can mix with similarly miserable fish-out-of-water thirtysomethings, as well as the usual stilt-wearing giant teenagers.
