: : Gigs - Now It's Overhead : :

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I don't know much about art but I know what makes a bad song even worse: a black and white video of a man shaving. Now Spaniel-Hair is singing. No, he's not, he's talking. In rhythm. He's reminding me of Lou Reed, partly because of the denim overdose. I don't want to be reminded of Lou Reed right now, so I'm hoping he'll stop this beat poetry crap pretty soon and sing a real song. I'm also hoping that this programmed drum, bass, synth backing that seems to be running the show actually starts doing something interesting

I've been listening to that Beep Beep album quite a bit lately. It's good. This nauseous little guy on the left plays guitar like they do - maybe he's their guitarist too. It wouldn't be surprising, they're an inbred bunch, that Saddle Creek lot.

There was a good song there somewhere, I think. It got all nasty for a minute, and even made some of those sarcastic dancing girls at the front actually dance properly. But then that final treat of these two art-school musicians trading off horrible guitar sounds for five minutes obliterated any remnants of pleasure.

Beep Beep have just come on but we've missed their start; we're in the other bar talking about distant dissolved friendships. They're coming through the wall loud, so we don't miss much. Now we're back in there, and this is more like it. That sick guy from before is one of the guitarists after all. It seems he sings (yelps) too. The other guitarist, in the pink and white shirt, is the better singer - he's the one whose voice cuts into you on the record. They must play most of that new (first) album of theirs tonight, and it all sounds great. Really great.

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