Nine Black Alps and Screaming Lights

In between serving slop by night at me bar job and blogging by day in my den l managed to trot along to some reasonably entertaining gigs of late. Allow me to fill you in Wednesday evening:


Nine Black Alps and support act Screaming Lights at Hoxton bar and kitchen.
I was none to familier with this band before this week, seemed like l was the only one in the dark though when a soiree of scenesters and of die hard fashionista's got right stuck in when they took to the stage to do what they do best, bellow aboot teen angst and headbang. Nine Black Alps are an unlikely crew, l served them some beers and burgers before they brawled on stage and they were a good old bunch, none of that 'l'm with the band bologne' more mild manners and pleasant chit chat. Cute. They remind me of alot of the skatey, screamo bands l used to very much enjoy when l was at that point in my adolescence when l had not much to be angry about but was pretty sure l was supposed to be pissed off about something, so spent most my time in my bedroom being bored and broody, playing Limp Bizkit...LOUD. Last fm likens them to the sounds of the Rakes and the editors, but l would prefer to approximate them more to thier more classic counterpart: Dashboard Confessional, Third eye Blind or perhaps Jimmy Eat World. Their sound is a perfect blend of mosh and melody with just the right aroma of angst to make you actually angry, but not to the point of doing anything about it. Anywho, l liked these long floppy haired lumberjacked lovelies and so did the rest if the crowd, so l recommend: www.nineblackalps.com try it.



As for thier flufferers, the liverpudlian four piece 'screaming lights' l am a little less enthusiastic to be honest. Not unconvinced but unable to recall any moment of substance to their set to move me to tap a toe or scuffle forwards. More middle of the road territory with these baby faced boys. Pretty good, pretty being the operative word. www.myspace.com/screaminglights