The Camden Crawl Tapes….Pt 2


Ok Thursday night….about 6pm….first band and kick off at the Koko, overpriced drinks (£4 for a can of kronenbourg) set the mood for what will be a Idiot Exploit-a-thon, fuled by Carling, NME and the like.

We start with ‘Dogs’, and we puzzle over the interest-piqueing moniker until the band come on stage and the lead singer has a Southend United scarf hanging limply round his neck like many fringes we will see over the next day and a half.

From this we surmise the name must relate in some way to the isle of dogs, which leaves me extremely underwhelmed. They launch into their first ‘arctic-monkeys’ inspired riffs of bubbling basslines and rolling drums and what is essentially some MOR provincial power pop referencing self-hatred and escape from a bleak hometown. common fayre for many a modern band as they try and express their apathy through song.

However the bands get-up further proves that indie hair-pop has reached the suburbs and all they are really singing about is the fact that they weren’t born near camden.

[Here my notes become less extensive, but perhaps more intuitive so I will transfer them verbatim]

excellent riffs (monkeys again?) / escape from suburban circles (what a wanker) [I’m not sure what i mean here……]

Decent band singing about the isolation of a deserted essex town

koko drinks…remember to expose! ridiculous prices…………..

Man with big head……coconut shy……


well thats the second nugget, the third to come tomorrow. And with the frenetic pace that music seems to evolve at nowadays I think that this report, albeit over a year late, gives an intrigueing insight into the heart of NME-led mainstream music fans.

Tune in tomorrow for LOUIE!


The Camden Crawl Tapes……Pt 1

Yes its here….In April 2006 I embarked on an ill-advised sojourn into Idiot-Central for the Camden Crawl festival. A wristband-led event covering 40 odd venues over the camden/chalk farm area.

Re-ignitied in the early noughties as someone saw all the untapped idiot-potential for cash money walking up and down the high street each day trying to catch a glimpse of Doherty, Zane and their ilk.

here, unedited, are my thoughts and commentary, band-by-band, on the event transcribed from my ‘Tablet Refill Dataday No. 3 pad’ purchased from a newagaent that very day. You don’t get more authentic than that.

Fully made up in my own idiot armour I made for the Buck’s Head to meet Joey and Kev. Bumped into a drunken fool by the name of Dave, a former associate from University and well-known beer monster and ‘if-its-indie-I-love-it’ type with his standard surplus army jacket and mod haircvt attached. Agreed to meet up later to see the Fratellis. I’m not going to see the fratellis’

‘There’s too much styled hair around here. Everyone’s got it to spare. they should make these wigs with ready made outfits as well. I don’t fit in cos I don’t have skinny ankles. Fascists.’

Part 2 tomorrow! including the first band!