Written by Marcio Custódio.
It was 9 o'clock when Monday Club took the stage, and the place was already pretty busy. Astrud, the singer, had such a singular voice, and it made good pair with her angular and truncated guitar lines. The performance was filled with quite straightforward tunes, all going through a non-obvious route. Nevertheless, it would not be difficult for fans of PJ Harvey or Patti Smith to enjoy Monday Club. This three-piece all-girl group deserves to be huge. That last song with its brief a-cappella introduction was the highlight for me. Beautiful.
The second band of the night was Kontakte, and they were unique. Their sound is a deep journey through the darkest and brightest places you can imagine. Space rock at its best, with uppers and downers capable of blowing your mind. We were left contemplating life, and their music was so good that I ended up taking an amazing nap on the DJ booth. Only the best bands can do that to me. Man, it was one of the most pleasant naps I ever had, and I even had bizarre dreams. I dreamt that I was flying through Holloway Road, pointing a bazooka at people down the streets and grinning at them. I only woke up with huge strobe lights slapping my face, and that was Kontakte's last song. What a concert.
I didn't see much of the Seventeen Evergreen set. It was time to top up my energy with the toilet-bar-outside, fresh air tour and then go back to the DJ booth. However, what I did watch from this American quartet was pure pleasure. Their sound consists of several components, with a classy result. As I am big fan of the likes of Lambchop, the High Llamas and Tindersticks, I was certainly in heaven for a few minutes while they were on stage. And I had a little chat with the singer afterwards and he was very kind to me. Nice one.
So it was now time for the last act. Three girls on stage, just like we started the evening. I tried to review them without using the word 'jerk'. I failed. Wet Dog is a stupendously deformed punk trio, with amazingly jerky riffs and delightful vocals, and if an abrupt encounter between the Shaggs and X-Ray Spex comes to your mind, you're damn right. They were in good spirits, smiling at each other and letting this take control of the songs. And what simple songs! It made me think that sometimes simplicity and good energy are the basic and best conditions to create music. Their set was distinctive, direct and remarkable, and ended the night on a high note.
Unfortunately, I didn't take my camera with me that night and didn't get any pictures of the bands. Next Goonite Club I won't forget my camera, I promise. Anyway, Kontatke’s photographer Danielle managed to take some pics from that DJ booth, as you can see below.
http://www.myspace.com/mondayclubband
http://www.myspace.com/kontakteuk
http://www.myspace.com/seventeenevergreen
http://www.myspace.com/wetdogthebest
http://www.myspace.com/marxdiscjockey
http://www.myspace.com/gooniteclub
xxx
It was 9 o'clock when Monday Club took the stage, and the place was already pretty busy. Astrud, the singer, had such a singular voice, and it made good pair with her angular and truncated guitar lines. The performance was filled with quite straightforward tunes, all going through a non-obvious route. Nevertheless, it would not be difficult for fans of PJ Harvey or Patti Smith to enjoy Monday Club. This three-piece all-girl group deserves to be huge. That last song with its brief a-cappella introduction was the highlight for me. Beautiful.
The second band of the night was Kontakte, and they were unique. Their sound is a deep journey through the darkest and brightest places you can imagine. Space rock at its best, with uppers and downers capable of blowing your mind. We were left contemplating life, and their music was so good that I ended up taking an amazing nap on the DJ booth. Only the best bands can do that to me. Man, it was one of the most pleasant naps I ever had, and I even had bizarre dreams. I dreamt that I was flying through Holloway Road, pointing a bazooka at people down the streets and grinning at them. I only woke up with huge strobe lights slapping my face, and that was Kontakte's last song. What a concert.
I didn't see much of the Seventeen Evergreen set. It was time to top up my energy with the toilet-bar-outside, fresh air tour and then go back to the DJ booth. However, what I did watch from this American quartet was pure pleasure. Their sound consists of several components, with a classy result. As I am big fan of the likes of Lambchop, the High Llamas and Tindersticks, I was certainly in heaven for a few minutes while they were on stage. And I had a little chat with the singer afterwards and he was very kind to me. Nice one.
So it was now time for the last act. Three girls on stage, just like we started the evening. I tried to review them without using the word 'jerk'. I failed. Wet Dog is a stupendously deformed punk trio, with amazingly jerky riffs and delightful vocals, and if an abrupt encounter between the Shaggs and X-Ray Spex comes to your mind, you're damn right. They were in good spirits, smiling at each other and letting this take control of the songs. And what simple songs! It made me think that sometimes simplicity and good energy are the basic and best conditions to create music. Their set was distinctive, direct and remarkable, and ended the night on a high note.
Unfortunately, I didn't take my camera with me that night and didn't get any pictures of the bands. Next Goonite Club I won't forget my camera, I promise. Anyway, Kontatke’s photographer Danielle managed to take some pics from that DJ booth, as you can see below.
http://www.myspace.com/mondayclubband
http://www.myspace.com/kontakteuk
http://www.myspace.com/seventeenevergreen
http://www.myspace.com/wetdogthebest
http://www.myspace.com/marxdiscjockey
http://www.myspace.com/gooniteclub
xxx
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