05 November 2010

Don't Stop 'Til You Get Enough

Of course the highlight of the last seven days for me was not the marches, the tours, the claiming of assorted futures, nor even the acquisition of various marmalades, the stand-out experience of the week was in fact a lightning-fast trip to Waterford on Sunday evening to catch up with my sister and check out the Fighting Spiders' album launch.

I've seen the Spiders play a few times now and really enjoy their live sets, a hectic and energetic mix of indie disco rock and electronica that never fails to please. Sunday's launch took place in a church with a series of backing visuals and short films carefully synced to each track (and providing additional background synths in places). With original filmed material and the occasional Dark Side of the Moon/Wizard of Oz happy coincidences with external material (particularly with the song "Until my Heart Gives In (I Love You)" and the Argentinean silent film La Antena, shown above), the music and visuals added together to be something greater than the sum of the individual parts. Also worth mentioning was a rather cheeky Michael Jackson cover whose meme-like lyrics have infected my thoughts throughout the week like a rather nasty case of amoebic dysentery.

Cheers lads.

There was just time at the end of the night to nip down to Downes, a cozy little pub that has the distinction of being one of the few remaining bars in the country to blend and bottle their own whiskey, the altogether tasty No 9, where we caught the tail-end of The Brownbread Players comedy group featuring the ever-talented dodger of TV license inspectors Ms Dorothy Cotter, another person whose gigs you should definitely check out if ever you have the opportunity.

All in all a great night was had by all and a huge thank you to my sister for being such a wonderful hostess.



At 1:10 pm, Blogger 2BiT said...

Is that a small bottle or a really big computer? Tasting notes please!

At 2:04 pm, Blogger Unkie Dave said...

Its is both a large bottle and a large computer (well, 70cl and 24" respectively). The whiskey isn't the smoothest in the world, something close to bushmills, with hints of desperation and laments for a doomed economy. The computer tastes of brushed aluminium and traces of the tears of a thousand child labourers.


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