What better way to kick of the Easter weekend than with an all night disco party at Se One? So we rock up to London Bridge just before midnight, ready for even more dancy fun after the fabulous WAS earlier.
Se One is just as we’d expected - dark, cavernous, cold and more than a little rapey. Oh and White Rose Movement were playing as we entered. There really is no getting away from them. So we head to the bar for drinkies, which is where we all nearly get SQUISHED TO DEATH as everyone previously watching WRM decides to leave at the same time - out the same exit. You try holding three drinks, stay on your feet and breathe for an entire 10 minutes in a sea of indie kids - and it seemed lots longer. Bad, bad organisation!
But what of the music, the bands and the indie kids on the dance floor?
The Holloways are a proper band now, with real jaunty gypsy tunes and everything! If only we could have seen them behind the six, YES SIX, bouncers stood ON THE ACTUAL STAGE! - (There to protect them from the hordes of indie kids wearing dodgy pork pie hats?) - When the band get to the sublime pop hoedown that is ‘Generator’, there is a scuffle and a young urchin (small fan) is unceremoniously turfed off the stage. (The odds were against him, but he had a go anyway, well done that lad!) The band stop playing, point out that there’s no need for that kind of thing and then take it from the top. They really are starting to generate the music that makes me feel better!
We squish back into Room 2 for Art Brut. Never thought I’d say this, but they are starting to get a bit old, or maybe we’re just getting tired of watching them do the same show repeatedly? I can see why Argos would do the same schtick every night when touring the US for months at a time, but that won’t really cut it back in blighty. They need to be working in a few more new songs, before they become a parody of themselves.
Dogs are entirely different. Every time with the mucky pups feels like its the first! Johnny was loving it and the crowd were loving him back. It was another squeeze, but worth it and I’m guessing more than a few ‘cooler than thou’ indie kids were surprised to find themselves moshing along to 'Selfish Ways'.
Other previously unseen bands that we liked a lot were Black Wire and Vincent Vincent and the Villains. Didn’t get watching either of them for very long, but saw enough to plan to go see them again as soon as poss.
Fringey danced the rest of the night away to tunes chosen by the Rakes chaps and the excellent Eddie Temple Morris.
Dancy dancy dancy till the first tube home.