Oh my God I can't believe it ...

The Kaiser Chiefs are rather good aren't they!?

So Fringey is partaking of the Carling 24 music marathon! - Well not really, we’ve decided to cheat a bit and just be around for the kick off and the finish, but have a bit of a sleepy in-between. 24 hours of music is fine in theory, but really do we have to?

We arrive in Brixton and dodge Alex Zane to get into the academy, just in time to catch the fabulous Pipettes all retro vocal styling and dance moves from a time before scruffy indie boys with guitars took over! They look like they'd be brilliant on a night out dancing down the local indie disco. Tis a pity that the acoustics in a half empty Brixton are so pants.

Also we're drinking Carling this evening – God help us – Luce is hungover and I’m just feeling ill, so its lager tops all the way!

Captain are next and they're all lovely jangly pop songs and chiming guitars. Almost wish we hadn’t chatted through most of the performance. Their closing song shut us up though, with an unexpected “look at our MOR!” display of sweet poptastic sound.

Then it’s the Kaiser Chiefs. I last saw them at the Astoria almost exactly a year ago, and they’re still flogging the same 10 songs from the album. (well they do include a few newies, one of which sounded a bit like something the Ordinary Boys might come up with, but I’m not going to dwell on that!). I’d forgotten how entertaining the Chiefs are, how brilliant it is to shout along to a song like ‘I Predict a Riot’, and just jump up and down for a bit. They’ve got this 'big gig' thing sussed, with Ricky disappearing and reappearing at the back of a room; dancing with a girl out of the audience for that U2 moment and a Brixton sized Mexican wave. Its like Butlins. But bigger.

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