Time to leave the important business meeting. By important business meeting I, of course, mean the fortnightly reviewer burger fest. Figure out who is reviewing what and consume a manly Macsorleys burger topped with raw chillies. With a mighty, incredibly manly belch, it's then time to do some real work. Like a review or something.
Fortunately it is but a short walk to Pivo Pivo for all that dead cow does limit your operational range somewhat. It's one man and a guitar time again as Felix D'Arcy takes to the stage. He seems a competent musician but his songs sounded more like stripped out demos than the fully finished item. However, you do get the feeling there is more to him than met the ear tonight.
Louise Against the Elements are on next. It seems some of the audience have not seen a woman before (outside of a DVD that is). Louise slaps them down before launching an onslaught of perky pop songs into the audience. "Just For The Boys" stands out. Kind of ironic, that.
Rather less bouncy are White Heath. They approach their music with a deadly seriousness. Tonight, it appears that technical issues are inhibiting their complex multi layered sound and much of their set gets lost in the fog. Being relentlessly downbeat doesn't help either but there is much to admire in the complexity of the arrangements. Worthy of further investigation.
Providing electro pop pleasures to see us off into the night were Nevada Base. Despite being mostly plastic - the dull glow of an Apple laptop catches my eye - they prove to be oddly enjoyable. Normally this type of robot music passes straight by me but I have to admit that they had a nice line in catchy songs. Or maybe it was the beer.
She passes by. She's carrying a plate of pakora. She carries it with poise and elegance. The poise and elegance were no surprise. But pakora? I've got to have imagined that. No woman can be that perfect.