Sleater Kinney are the Rock
Despite the fact I was infected with T-Virus or similar, my brother and I went to see Sleater Kinney put on an excellent, if not particularly chatty, gig at the Concorde 2 on Sunday. Help She Can’t Swim provided some decent support, though the sound system didn’t really help them, as it all came across a bit muddy. Rather than actually put some effort into recording My Experiences though, I’ll let the interweb take the strain. Tiny Suns Infused With Sour have a setlist and a nice write up, and severedthumbs has some pictures of both bands.
I will add that at one point a couple of girls that had been standing next to us decided to muscle their way through the throngs, and we took the opportunity to dive forward in their wake, which provoked some Weird Looks when they realised that they we were still standing near us, despite having muscled their way through the throngs. I was rocking out fairly hard though, so hopefully they didn’t think we were crazy concert stalkers.
EDIT: There has been mention of a lack of dancing from most of the audience at the gig, and it’s pretty accurate to be honest, as is the bit about weird tempo changes (I presumed I was just a bit pissed at the time). Dancing wise, I’m sure roughly the same thing happened last time I saw SK, at the Old Market*, but at least this time I got forward enough that there were some other people bopping about, so I didn’t feel like a total freak. I’m not massively tall, but I do have similar trepidations about barrelling straight to the front and annoying people behind me. When my friend Sam did just that at Glastonbury one year, someone said he was an evil wizard, and you don’t want that kind of accusation floating about in this day and age. Just to recap though, the show still rocked.
* Corin, talking about forgetting place names: “But we’re in Brighton. Definitely in Brighton”. Person From Audience: “You’re in Hove!”