Live in Edinburgh This Week – 8th November 2010
After a weekend of alcoholic liver-punching with the awful cunts from Gerry Loves Records I find myself back in Edinburgh with Mrs. Toad off in Australia and nothing between me and an entire week spent on the internet in my pants with a jar of pickled onions and a jumbo packet of pork scratchings.
In fact, that sounds like a pretty good plan, all told. Balls to dignity, self-respect and hygiene.
Wednesday 10th November 2010: Casiotone for the Painfully Alone & My Tiny Robots at Sneaky Pete’s.
If ever a band’s music were better described in their band name than anything any reviewer could write it is Casiotone. And if you don’t come along on Wednesday you will never see them again, ever.
Casiotone for the Painfully Alone – Natural Light
Thursday 11th November 2010: My Tiny Robots, Donna Maciocia & Enfant Bastard at the Caves.
This gig was very nearly a casualty of the collapse of the Settlement, but quickly found a home at the Caves, fortunately. My Tiny Robots played smart acoustic pop songs the last time I saw them. That was some time ago though, and I am looking forward to giving their new EP (for which this is the launch night) a good listen this week.
My Tiny Robots – Ghosts
Friday 12th November 2010: The Scottish Enlightenment, Jesus H. Foxx & Trapped Mice at the Wee Red Bar.
The Scottish Enlightenment aren’t far from being my new band of the year, I think. And I’ve only seen them once, which is a bit stupid. St. Thomas is a fantastic piece of melancholy guitar music, and one which always seems to retain a sense of optimism and belief, and I am really looking forward to this gig.
The Scottish Enlightenment – Necromancer
Friday 12th November 2010: Limbo, with Over the Wall, How to Swim & the Oates Field at the Voodoo Rooms.
Over the Wall also have a new album on the way, although far from the brooding of the Scottish Enlightenment, I imagine theirs will be just a little bit more bouncy and cheerful. How to Swim may not approach their music with the same instruments, but that sense of manic exuberance is very much still there – perfect for wishing the Limbo lads happy third birthday.