Today, Sonic Breakfast starts again in earnest. The long, wet summer is nearly done.
It was a noble aim to cut back on reviewing British festivals but those spare weekends at home twiddling my thumbs became so dull – thus, pretty much every weekend this summer was consumed under canvas. In time, I’ll link back to those reviews for EFestivals.
The number of unread Sonic Breakfast E-mails rose. I hope nobody thinks I’ve been rude. I did spot one particularly interesting mail though.
‘Dear Sean‘, it probably didn’t say. ‘We’d love you to come to Palma-Mallorca to watch some bands. We’ll put you up in a hotel on the edge of town that you’ll struggle to find at night after a few too many beers. We’d love it if you had lunch on us as well.’
I would have been foolish to turn down such an appealing offer from the Balearic Islands’ cultural ministry. I was able to get some annual leave from my day job and I now write this whilst sipping a cocktail at the side of a pool. (Some of these words are not true.)
(Click on page 2 to read about last night)
It’s been suggested to me that I shouldn’t let Sonic Breakfast take the annual sojourn. I’ve still got big plans for this blog but the summer months get incredibly busy as I travel around the UK and beyond writing festival reviews for EFestivals.co.uk.
Festival season is now in full flow.
I’ve reviewed the fabulous Handmade Festival here in my hometown of Leicester. It was great that a good friend from University days, Chops, was able to visit for a day of it. (Read the Handmade review here).
I love Liverpool and get to visit more regularly now that my parents have moved to the Wirral. Photographer Sarah and I had a blast at this year’s Sound City and it was fun to catch up with good friends, such as Richard, who’ve now based themselves in the North West. (Read the Liverpool Sound City review here).
In truth, I’ve probably been a bit excessive in my travel abroad this year. On leaving Liverpool, we flew out to Barcelona for a holiday and a trip to Primavera Sound. This was relaxing as I wasn’t reviewing. We realised how politically charged and all-round incredible was the set from Kate Tempest. Six months into 2017 and I’d already flown 5 times for festivals and fun.
After just ten days back in the UK, I flew out to Barcelona again for one of my favourite summer festivals; Sonar didn’t disappoint. My review is complete and should be published on eFestivals this week. It’s pretty much a festival every weekend for the next month and a half. I’ll keep linking to my reviews here until such time as I’m properly ready to launch Sonic Breakfast again.
I’ve spent a delightful Bank Holiday Monday morning scanning back through Sonic Breakfast related E-mails that I might not have paid due attention to when I first received them. Again, I’ve been blown away by just how much fine music runs under the radar. This tune, End Of An Error by Loved Ones, is one such example.
(Click on page 2 for my further thoughts about it)
Imagine waking up one morning having dreamt that the love of your life is leaving you. And, they’re not leaving you because they’ve fallen in love with your best friend (which would, of course, be tough enough) but because they’re off to a cold, unfathomable place.
That’s the dream that Joe Innes emerges from in his wonderful new single, Moscow. Clearly, Joe is very much in love with the person who’s making plans to leave and yet that brings up all sorts of moral dilemmas. Do you accept their decision passively without trying to persuade them otherwise? Or do you run the risk of being labelled a controlling bully by pointing out the stupidity of their actions?
(Click on page 2 for more about Moscow)
I can’t remember the name of the band who were about to take to the stage. Judging from the queue of people I’d had to make my way past at the entrance, they must have been an act with a lofty reputation. I was feeling hot, bothered and on the edge of heading back to my rented apartment in the centre of the city. It had been a heavy weekend.
Two swaying women, probably more drunk than I was, came and stood in my general vicinity. One was very tall and the other less so. The shorter one said something to me in Dutch. At least I assumed it was in Dutch; this would have made sense as we were all in the Netherlands.
“I’m sorry. I can’t understand. I’m English”, I apologised. This was my first conversation with Jolene.
(Click on page 2 for more of this story)
Sometimes you hear a song or watch a video and know that it’s one you want to feature on your blog. You start writing about it many times but give up or move onto something else because your words refuse to come out in the right order. That’s the dilemma I find with Maheekats and Without Horizons.
(Click on page 2 to discover if I resolved that dilemma)
Last Friday evening, I went along to the Donkey in Leicester to watch Idle Empire. I first saw them as an acoustic duo back in the days when I was involved in compering OBS showcases. A friend, Laura, who I’d not seen for some time got in touch with me out of the blue and asked if I’d go along – for she’s now managing them.
The Leicester Mercury appears to be publishing more of my reviews again (albeit for bigger shows like Rick Astley at De Montfort Hall) so I thought I’d send a write-up of this gig into the paper. To my knowledge it’s not been used. Phil Bull took some great photos from the evening that are also gathering dust. Waste not, want not.. It’s not my best writing ever but let’s add it to a Sonic Breakfast.
(Click on page 2 for the review and more pics from Phil)