I work too hard. Any ordinary flu-ridden man would sip whisky from his sickbed. Not me. I visit the barstool then hear some music. Praise or castigate as you see fit but in the end i'll still remain a fool. There was a continental taste to tonight's show, which was headlined by Gdansk. Where in Scotland is Gdansk? Maybe that's a dangerous question nowadays.
Now, if you're like me, you largely believe that electro-pop is a sound best kept in the 80s. Try telling that to A-Lix. Comprising of a stylish Frenchman and a dashing Argentine lady, they're as peculiar a combination as bourbon and cream soda (ask me about that one), but seeing is believing. Onstage, the duo create a wave of noise that leaves the audience dancing like puppets on strings. Even those usually opposed to electro-pop will worship at the feet of A-Lix.
Gdansk is in fact a city in Poland. Or, in this case, a mop-headed Scottish rock act. While they may not at first listen sound a million miles away from your average Saturday night post-punk offering, there's a certain dry wit to their set that makes them worthwhile. I've always been unsure about dancing to intellectual pop (often preferring to think or debate about it), but Gdansk put on a good show and ultimately will make you dance. Go out and see them. You'll feel smarter for it.
Let it be known that I owe a good few cold drinks to the members of Vendor Defender. Not only did I miss their set, I also misplaced them on the bill in my initial write-up. In fact it almost looks like I meant to miss them. Not the case. As it happened, Vendor Defender followed Gdansk onstage, but by this point I was well on my way to the sickbed. Apologies to the band and their followers.
Another evening of music becomes a memory. The flu, on the other hand, relaxes rudely in my system. Is it possible to buy a new immune system? Will have to look into that.