Last week I went to see Daughter at the Kentish Town Forum. They’re a band fronted by Elena Tonra, whose voice is the aural equivalent of securing a free seat on the tube during rush hour when you’re a bit hungover. Yep: she’s that good. I did my usual thing of buying two tickets without checking if anyone wanted […]
You usually remember a gig. You might remember it because it was very very good, or because it was bad, or because you were excited, or mildly disappointed, or because you’d had a crap day followed by three incredible hours in a magical, strobey, packed, loud, laser-filled room. And if you’re 5ft 3, you will also remember, in exacting detail, the thread count of the t-shirt belonging to the very tall man who stood in front of you.
Chaos is about to rain down over London because of the tube strike, but it’s ok, I’ve got a plan to take full advantage of the situation.