So quite a month was November. There were highs and lows, swings and roundabouts and all other kind of cliched style sayings about things being a mixture of good and bad. Us Inverted Worlders hosted two parties; the first was at our spiritual home The Old Queens Head in Islington. It was ace to be back in the pub and with the friendliest staff known to London, they really make it easy for us to just host a god damn awesome party. The night opened with Oh, Inverted World veteran Thomas J. Speight. A brilliant young man who this time brought along his live band down from Liverpool. His folky, Americana tinged tunes are the kind to warm your heart and make you smile, which while sounding disgustingly twee and vomit inducing, is actually a VERY GOOD THING. Next up was Crayonsmith. I think it’s fair to say that this young man from Dublin confused a few people with his synth/indie/loudy/weirdy lo-fi tunes, but hey, we like to confuse and challenge you sometimes. Plus the man has some tunes. Third and final on the bill were The Great Shakes, long term O,IW fans and also the third act we’ve had – along with Josh Weller and the Lost Levels -that hail from Norwich. We seem to have a strange East Anglian connection going on. The Great Shakes were totally brilliant, jangly guitars, perfect harmonies and super indie-pop tunes, we give The Great Shakes our O,IW full seal of approval. Yup!
Now on to our second night of the month where we flipped reversed and got all electro on your ass. Oh yes, Madame Jojo’s on November 26th was quite some fair. With a line-up of Filthy Dukes, Fenech Soler, Sunny Day Sets Fire and the magic DJ stylings of RAD!O ED!T and Epic Fail it all promised to be a mighty fine evening. And it was going well, the bands turned up early – as did we – beers and smarties had been bought, but, wait, what’s this the sound man is saying? There’s no defibulator/confobulator/confribluator/troblibluator? What does that even mean?! Isn’t that something you use to resuscitate people? Whatever it meant (and it turned out Filthy Dukes didn’t know what it meant either) it was bad and made the sound TERRIBLE and less than listenable. Bad news when it’s 7.30pm and the doors are set to open at 8pm. It got so bad we thought we might have to cancel the whole thing. Spirits were low and to make things worse in the meantime I was progressively being taken over by an evil lurgy, otherwise known as ‘tonsillitis’. At 8pm the sound man set off in a mission to rent the said missing/defective piece of equipment that was causing us so much heartache and thankfully a nail-biting 90 minutes later he returned prepared to save the day. It meant everything was running late, but fuck it, we definitely rose from the jaws of defeat (I’m on a winner with the cliches today).
Sunny Days Fire were up first and were as exuberant and fun as I’d hoped. Every tune consists of at least one ridiculously catchy pop-hook and Mauro’s vocals just fit the music so perfectly. In conclusion then, they were very good indeed. Next up was Northamptonshire’s Fenech Soler. Three boys who look set to soar in the next year, they’re the finished article and whilst still in their teens are an amazing electro live band with anthemic tunes. Definitely one I’ll be keeping a close eye on. Time for our final act of the night, and with news of the Fiction fun bus’ arrival at the door fresh from seeing White Lies at KOKO, The Dukes launched into a set of ridiculous high energy, electro-wizardry we ain’t never seen before on the O,IW stage. They make dirty electro-pop and we love them for it.
Thanks to all who came down. Despite feeling like I was going to keel over for most of the night in my state of fever, I was conscious enough to be aware that we were having one of the nights of our lives so thanks goes out to you all! If you have any pictures of the night please send ’em over. We like pictures we do.
Here are some…