Catching the Moscow Metro

This weekend I ended up doing a lot more work than planned but I decided it could still be salvaged. I could spend some time with my better half and work it was all going to be good. Its funny that while planning all of this I didn't really factor in the exhaustion that comes with being a work machine. It puts a bit of a dampener on socialising when you find yourself too tired to stand up. On Saturday night I had promised to go see Moscow Metro supported by Collides play Central Arts. My boyfriend had booked them and spent a good portion of Saturday organising background graphics for the gig. At least that's what I think he was doing. He called over when I finished work and spent most of the time shouting at his laptop. At 7 he headed off to set up and I made vague promises to follow him over while lying hidden under a blanket.

 The thing is that when I do make it out of the apartment, the gigs are always great. Stephen has a knack for finding really good bands so when I was becoming one with my very fluffy blanket, I wasn't thinking that this band wont be any good, instead I was listening to the rain and enjoying the sensation of lying down. Not to spoil the mystery but I did end up heading to the gig. I left my apartment and my pyjamas quite reluctantly and headed into the cold outdoors (that was supposedly May) so that I could not be accused of being a really sucky girlfriend.

 I arrived before the music started as people were beginning to filter in for the gig. Everything was set up and Stephen had lined up a bizarre montage' to play in the background. So Collides start the show just as the slideshow begins. They are a local band who I've seen play the open mic nights on at least one occasion and was as usual very impressed with the sheer amount of talent within in Waterford. They describe themselves as psychedelic /alternative rock and I am not quite sure what that means. Then again I would probably fail any music quiz where there was a lot of questions on genre. A lot of their stuff is very very loud, the kind of music you jump around and possibly head bang to (do people still do that or have I just shown my age there?) So its definitely rock and they are very good at it. I will confess that I preferred their one or two slightly more mellow (comparatively speaking) numbers where the guitarist Sean (Walsh) takes lead vocals. They started with an instrumental number and the documentary was put on just as they started playing. Rather brilliantly the the montage opens with this bizarre scene where a group of young Thai girls, made up like dolls, are performing this hypnotizing dance and it looked as though they were dancing to the music of Collides. It worked very well to compliment the band and also to divert the eye. It's nice to have something to watch while being musically entertained. This is the first full set I have heard the guys play and I was pleased to find myself recognising a song or two. I look forward to hearing them again. Their bass guitarist is also a comedian so if they had hit any technical glitches (they didn't) he would have been sure to entertain us all about his story of getting run over by a priest. 

 Moscow Metro were the main act. If I have read their Bio (on Facebook ) correctly they normally are a two piece but they will be taking up more members as they go on tour. Luckily for us ( in Central Arts on Saturday ) they were joined for the night by German singer/songwriter Lilou. Moscow Metro describe themselves as post punk revival. I will again shrug insouciantly because I am terrible at categorizing bands. From what I heard they were really good. To me it sounded like rock (but what do I know ) but maybe with a bit less head banging than Collides called for. Unfortunately by the time they took to the stage, I was swaying tiredly on my stool. It was my first time watching a gig from the back of the room.  Usually I'd be thrown on a couch but I was too slow to get to one. Considering my level of tiredness, it was probably for the best because I'd have been thrown across it as though I was waiting to be painted like one of those French girls. I only managed to stick around for three quarters of their set before exhaustion kicked in. I always feel bad when I walk out of a really good gig ( and I try not to do it often) but it was one of the few nights I was going to be at home rather than at work and right now sleep is very precious. From what I did hear, the band have a really great sound and I think we're likely to hearing a lot more of them. Hopefully their tour will take them back down to the Sunny South East and I will make sure I am suitably well rested when the opportunity to see them comes up again. 

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