Larrikin Love @ KCLSU
Its GLORIOUS summer sunshine outside, so Fringey have decided that it is Pimms o’clock in the Kings College SU and we are doing our absolute level best NOT to be mistaken for skint fashion students, (who are currently rammed into every available corner of the Union).

Don't get me wrong we love the supper individual dress sense of the London indie elite, both boys and girls! The strange way they essentially all look the same, have the same asymmetric feathered mullet and wear the same skinny jeans with eye crossing striped/polka dotted tops. And on this occasion there are even a few Paddington Bear pedal pushers kicking about, in honour of tonight’s headliners – Larrikin Love!
The Larry Loves are *deep breath* dub, reggae, ska, gypsy, folk, blue grass, calypso, cajun, jangly indie, indie skank, twee, garage punk, punk rock ….. I could go on and on. They’re a wonderful eclectic mish mash of all sorts of stuff, but it all seems to work out marvellously well. (Ed Larrikin isn't kidding when he sings that everything he adores came well before 1984 in 'Downing St. Kindling'). They sound like they've been around for ages – but I doubt any of the band have even cracked 20 yet!
Unlike the Water Rats gig, tonights musical stylings lean more towards dub/janglyindie than folk. They’ve got a trombone instead of a fiddle and an extra set of girl pipes on backing vocals. As a noise made by a bunch of second generation Irish chancers, its not so much ceilidh as a punky pogoing free for all. Ed, on vocals, smiles beatifically at the hot sweaty indie kids, dancing their stripey socks off and bangs away at his cowbell.
Ohhhh…. it might just be the sunshine and the gin (cause that’s what pimms is made of you know) that’s made us a bit giddy, but we are loving Larrikin Love and you should too!
The Larry Loves are *deep breath* dub, reggae, ska, gypsy, folk, blue grass, calypso, cajun, jangly indie, indie skank, twee, garage punk, punk rock ….. I could go on and on. They’re a wonderful eclectic mish mash of all sorts of stuff, but it all seems to work out marvellously well. (Ed Larrikin isn't kidding when he sings that everything he adores came well before 1984 in 'Downing St. Kindling'). They sound like they've been around for ages – but I doubt any of the band have even cracked 20 yet!
Unlike the Water Rats gig, tonights musical stylings lean more towards dub/janglyindie than folk. They’ve got a trombone instead of a fiddle and an extra set of girl pipes on backing vocals. As a noise made by a bunch of second generation Irish chancers, its not so much ceilidh as a punky pogoing free for all. Ed, on vocals, smiles beatifically at the hot sweaty indie kids, dancing their stripey socks off and bangs away at his cowbell.
Ohhhh…. it might just be the sunshine and the gin (cause that’s what pimms is made of you know) that’s made us a bit giddy, but we are loving Larrikin Love and you should too!

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