Tweet I have it on a promise from Storkboy (who recently regaled you with his tale of an actual river of shit) that he will be posting some fresh material here soon. He and his girlfriend attended a paranormal conference in, wait for it, the Irish Leprechaun museum, a place where, wait for it, Bobby No Monster Club works during daylight hours. I don't want to give Storky performance anxiety, but that shit has 'blog gold' written all over it - amiright?
Speaking of Bobby No Monster Club, I caught him play a live set in a weird lil corner of the Twisted Pepper on Friday night. The place I speak of may have a name; I dunno. But it seems to me to be a kind of tiny compressed coal-chamber which gets in the way of many sweat-faced peeps who, on their way from DJ Yipzer to the toilet, take wrong turns and suddenly find themselves standing in the middle of a crowd of bloggers, bloggers who happen to work in Am Appy, other bloggers, and other lo-fi fans and practitioners.
The place is a corner. With a couch. Nothing more, nothing less. Regardless, Bobby was unperturbed. Backed up by members of Grand Pocket Orchestra, he played a blinder through some punky, fast, smart, funny, and tangentially sad music. I said once or twice before on this blog that I am sometimes unsure of the heavy-handed doses of irony that some of the talented DIY musicians in Ireland appear to sport like badges. In the comments of one of those posts Hardcore for Nerds made the interesting point that perhaps the problem is not a surplus or irony but rather irony not done well. He was right. Going on the video below, Bobby Ahern does irony. Going on the muscular and sincere performance he gave in that sweaty little shit pit the other night, he does it pretty fucking well too. Like, you know. Like.
P.S. No monster club's new album is called brain heatwave
P.P.S. Patrick Kelleher related stuff coming soon
P.P.P.S. Album 2 on decade list finished (I am now amusing myself with excel spreadsheets about my list which I will chat about once I put the post up)
P.P.P.P.S. There is a dark weird storm out tonight.