Two Saturdays ago the Sam Huxley band played our second gig in the Treehouse charity/competition series. I thought it was going to be a really crap gig because: A - it was a competition, B - it was at a venue I'd never heard of in a crappy part of London (a seedy part of King's Cross), an C - the band had only rehearsed once since our last show a month (was it two months?) ago at the Dublin Castle.
As it turned out, it was a pretty fun gig. Cross Kings is actually a cool little intimate venue, with a good little sound system and an easy going sound person (can't remember the dude's name at all). Everybody Be Cool were on the bill (who we'd made friends with at our first show) and their drummer Marcus kindly lent me his snare drum (again!). They played really well, and while it's not quite the type of music I'd usually listen to, they do do it with an understated slickness that I appreciate.
We surprisingly played really well given our total lack of practice. It helps when everyone onstage is kind of taking the piss out of the gig and just having a good time. People in the crowd actually seemed to enjoy it as well which was good. It's funny at gigs how your mood can shift so quickly from before to after playing. Before the gig I was pessimistic, after our set I felt quite good about the whole thing.
All the other bands were shit, apart from the show-stealers Jail. According to their Myspace, "Jail are a psychedelic shouty indie-punk band who combine the insane wisdom of Syd Barrett and Mark E Smith with the pop sensibilities of Blur and Pulp and the onstage lunacy of the Bonzo Dog Doo Dah Band." I didn't think they had anything to do with Blur or Pulp personally, instead I thought they sounded like a Joy Division/Velvet Underground tribute band on a fringe comedy circuit. They were AMAZING. Imagine a bunch of 40 yr old ex-herion addicts playing awesome music fronted by a ridiculous character who spends most of his time off-stage rubbing himself against members of the audience. Their song "Circle Line" (about a particularly shit tube line in London) was a definite highlight.
Anyway after all the music the judges announced us as the winners of the competition for the night. While I appreciated the complement, I still don't know what that means, and I kinda wish Jail won. They totally had the best crowd response, and played definitely the most original, inspiring music of the evening.
As a last note, thanks heaps to Sami for letting me use her photos for this blog. They're fuckin' wicked, and a million times better than I ever manage.