White Rose Movement @ Kings College Union

Ohhh, all the kids from Trash have relocated for the evening!

To Kings College Union for a bit of pretendy 80's synth rock.

This fringey has been up from 6.30am and been in work all day, and still, I don't think I look that awful. But there's nothing like a haggle of coked up twentysomethings, with unlikely haircuts and dirty looks, to make you check yourself in the mirror that one extra time. And I hate them for it.

(Oh and I've still got alcohol poisoning from the weekend, so I can't even have any vodka. Pants.)

But, I'm ready to overlook all that, and begin loving the White Rose Movement. They have released some of my favourite indiedancerock tracks of the past 6 months. They seem to be quite genuine in interviews. They are (mostly) lovely to look at. So why are they so artificial and actually a bit poo when they get on a stage?

oh - here's why

Still, they did what they could to make themselves look good, by roping in a couple of exceptionally crap support acts. Can't tell you about the first lot, I've forgotten them already, but the Violets were shockingly shite. Cheaply dressed in tight black and with a fright of bleached hair, trying for Debbie Harry, but achieving a (poor) Toyah Wilcox, Alixus, screeched, shrieked and shouted her way through the Violets set, like realife a Shoreditch harpy.

The only thing stopping me from flinging myself off the balcony (a selfless act - intended to end the suffering of an innocent audience) was the hilariously crappy jigging and dancing about. Managing to - somehow - stay completely out of time with the music, she was pulled about the stage on invisible strings.

The rest of the Violets seemed competent enough. Except when the guitarist, wearing a rubbish pork pie hat, lost his balance and keeled over into the speakers. By that point, it wasn't even funny anymore.

Still, everyone there looked good, or thought they did. And that's what really counts.