Live in Edinburgh This Week – 5th October 2008

Buckie

It’s late, I know, leave off. I just couldn’t face anything yesterday, after four consecutive nights of industrial drinking and four consecutive early rises. I was tired, horribly hungover and just wanted to stare into space for eight hours until I was allowed to go home. Even an hour of stomach-churning 5-a-side football wasn’t enough to make it all go away, so I went home, had a bath and collapsed in bed. I’m better now. Sweet sleep, I had missed it so.

So I hope you don’t begrudge me my day off. I wasn’t much use to anyone, never mind the internets. There’s just no time for anything at the moment – writing, film editing, attending gigs and meetings – never mind things like relaxing or, shock horror, reading books. Thank fuck we don’t have kids.

Wednesday 8th October 2008: Roots Manuva at the Liquid Room.
If ever I was going to get into hip hop I’ve often thought that it might be via Roots Manuva, quite possibly because of how Rodney Smith (snigger) mixes it up with all sorts of other things. I’m still on the first couple of listens of his latest album, but this show kind of intrigues me so I might just scoot along.
Roots Manuva – A Haunting

Thursday 9th October 2008: Lykke Li at Cabaret Voltaire.
This is an over-14s gig, so it might be just a little bit of a paedo show, full of young lads trying to hide the bulge in their shorts as the rather pretty Miss Li swoons and pouts on the stage. Personally, I’m more of a passive fan than an active one – I think she’s okay and I’ve heard a couple of decent songs – but she gives the impression of someone who might be quite good live, for some reason. Might be worth a punt, if you don’t mind being the oldest person in the room.
Lykke Li – Dance Dance Dance

Thursday 9th October 2008: James Pants, Found & Penpusher play Limbo at the Voodoo Rooms.
Firstly, Found are great and I haven’t seen them for ages and secondly, I am not entirely convinced that this is going to be my cup of tea otherwise. That doesn’t make sense, I know, but I am boring myself with my narrow taste at the moment and I think it’s about time I got off my arse and tried something a bit different.
James Pants – Theme From Paris

Saturday 11th October 2008: Mumford & Sons at the Voodoo Rooms.
Marcus Mumford’s voice would be enough, but in general these guys are one of my favourite finds of recent times. There is the scope for them to go all anodyne like Noah & the Whale if they have too many of the rough edges sanded off them by a label, but for the time being the warmth and scratch combines beautifully with the more soaring choruses, which can be almost like gospel music at times. One not to miss.
Mumford & Sons – Roll Away Your Stone