Three Gigs – Not In Order

The Poor—Arctic Monkeys

Monkey Business

On stage

A saw a visit to the home of Arsenal to see the Arctic Monkeys. In theory it should have been a good gig, with a load of sing-a-long anthemic tunes. As it was, it was more akin to their last album, which seemed to be some sort of joke seeing how much they could become a parody of themselves and get away with it. Alex Turner strutted the stage with unlimited confidence and the charisma of a wet tea towel. At least the young girls in front of us seem to be enjoying themselves, but Heather and I took the very rare step of leaving before the encore.

The Good—Kaiser Chiefs


It’s the Kaiser Chiefs

on the other hand saw Heather and I in the unusual venue of the Old Royal Naval College in Greenwich. There they had at a stage by the river and some toilets about a mile walk back but that was all fine because the queue for the bars was almost none existent. A support act of The View were pretty forgettable it seems* At least they didn’t have an on stage fight, unlike one of their previous gigs but the main act were as welcome as always. The Kaiser Chiefs know how to put across those sing-a-long anthemic tunes to give a good night by the Thames.

The Great—Pulp


And Jarvis

A all that though, we’d been in Finsbury Park for the incomparable Pulp. The bar queues ended up over an hour long, and we had to walk a mile across the dark, uneven ground to get out at the end, but while they were on stage we couldn’t care about that.

We’d actually arrived early enough that the bar queues weren’t so insane, and enjoyed the support acts in a festival like atmosphere. Baxter Dury seems angry, possibly because he’s not his dad (he’s also older than I expected). Wet Leg meanwhile are as gloriously weird in person as they sound on the radio, joyously warming us up. Pulp though are another level. Jarvis strides the stage with a sheer cockiness Alex Turner can but dream of, the band tight behind him, the anthems sung loader and with more heart, from the opening salvo of I Spy and Disco 2000 right through to a rapturous Common People—not quite twenty thousand people standing in a field indeed. They hadn’t actually broken to leave the stage and come back out and any point, playing straight through but having seemingly gone and as the huge screens flashed the way to the exits, they returned for one last but of Razzmatazz. If this is what they do for an encore I only hope they keep coming back to the stage.

Seaside Stretched

Let’s go to Hastings for a short little break we thought. What a good idea! And then the bloody train strikes got announced, for the day we were supposed to be going and the day we were coming back. So a short break turned into a longer break by the seaside. Oh horror!

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In Defeat

In the end that went pretty much as expected. This side is way ahead of where they should be (in league position and reaching a cup final). They just don’t have the quality yet. I hoped and dreamed these players could take the silverware because they deserve something for the efforts they’ve put in, and to just ask Steve fucking Bruce what he thought. But unlike 20-odd years ago the feeling is we’ll be back, and with a better squad. So a lot of these players I suspect will be gone when we win something (and the owners careful planning and dedication tells me we will win more than a league cup). I won’t forget their efforts to get us to that position though.

Onwards and upwards. Look forward to beating these lot at Wembley next time. HWTL