"Hiiiiiiiiiiii guys! Were in Sheffield", says Bob.
"Yeah buoy!", says Dave Okumu.
"Yo! I'm sick of all the 5 0's, going up and down."
.... says Canadian ragga genius Snow at the start of "Informer." But that's a different story entirely.
Last week New Young Pony Club gave us the huge honor of supporting them for a topman CNTRL night in Sheffield. Also in support we're our pals, the illegally talented Invisible.
The band were super nice, letting us eat some of their sandwiches, although the only Ice Cream was later when they played the song of the same name. They've put Vuitton Blues on a playlist on their Myspace.
Tahita was as gracious as a kind of super cool version of Princess Diana, but Lady Di could never rip it up on stage as good as these guys, even when she was grinding herself on John Travolta in front of Prince Charles.
NYPC played a gloriously un-hinged version of Get Lucky and crowd go wild performance of Ice Cream, which more than made up for me not stuffing my fat face with Ben n Jerrys back stage- a great end to an unforgettable night.
They even said our set was ace, which filled us with an alarming sense of self love and growing arrogance, further alienating us from friends and family.
Later on we hung out with The Invisible, who played a typically awe inspiring set, which made me worry whether David Cameron will pass laws against bands being this good if he wins the election.
By this point I was pretty drunk, and probably becoming annoying, so we set off on our merry way home to complete our debut album and make stingy nettle jam.
On the way home we listen to Jade Fox, Ohio Players, Violent Femmes and Jdilla instrumentals amongst others ......
Bob
On the way home we listen to Jade Fox, Ohio Players, Violent Femmes and Jdilla instrumentals amongst others ......
Bob
