london, are y’all ready to rock?

got so much work done yesterday dat eet ain’ eeven funnah! i’ve gotten my first glimpse of how i/we are gonna complete the next issue of the magazine. hurrah.

i cooked [!!!] dinner for stuart, consisting of crunchy sweet pepper salad, lemon pepper breaded chicken fillets, creamy italian new potatotes accompanied by a lovely 2001 chiléan merlot. go me. in return, he dragged me to see a gig at the barfly in camden. he promised grrl punk rock, and that’s what we got. caught the end of c64, a morose-but-loud thrashy band with a depressed lead singer and 14yo girl on drums: 2 stars. the next group to take the stage, the seconds looked like 3 straight-laced gap employees. petit chinese girl on bass, geeky jewish boy with 1984 glasses on drums, and big-haired white boy on guitar… they seemed like lovely people to have brunch with. until they launched into their first of 10, 2-minute long now-wave songs. the girl on bass brought all the funk of flea from the red hot chili peppers, and the singer was insane in his membrance, squealing and flailing and convulsing: 4 stars.

the main event was, of course, the grrl-rock group, the applicators. 5 girls, all gothed/punked/grrled/trashed out. i’m not sure if it was the sheer volume of 3 guitars rocking simultaneously or the two-person mosh pit that kept landing on me, but i didn’t enjoy them, in the least. their tunes u got it all, puke on you and i don’t bleed just didn’t do it for me. i admired their style, their look, and i could tell that they were good musicians… i just wasn’t getting into their bouncy fast screetch-rock: 2 stars.

that’s the kinda punk rock i came to camden for. too bad that both the seconds and the applicators are actually american groups. everyone likes the exotic import… brits seem to love their budweiser, their mcdonalds and their eric :twisted: