You have to understand, I did ‘A’ Level maths. Back then, we didn’t have autism or ADHD.
I was 17 when I attended my first concert (Darts – someone paid for that; Buzzcocks – I paid for it). For years, certainly into my 22nd year I graded all the concerts I attended. Two marks: one for my perceived notion of how ‘good’ the band were (even then, a problematic concept): the other, for my enjoyment of the show. I graded everyone I saw and while the two marks were often similar, they were also radically quite different on occasion. (For example, Nico at The Venue. For example, The Smirks when really I should have been watching Joy Division in the adjurning hall. I didn’t because the trumpet was so bright and everyone else had disappeared. Plus, I’d already seen JD three times – plenty of opportunity to see them in the future, I thought to myself, bouncing up and down with glee.) Although the grades had a limit (6 stars, I believe), it was all in the pluses and minuses – which could be added with gusto, in deference to some long-lost value system. (I also liked to play number cricket in class with the numbers etched into the side of my pencil. The resulting scores, involving my classmates, were a matter of considerable interest to the entire class after the lesson was finished.)
Anyway, you achieve a grade of above 3 stars (yes, I did allow halves) and I knew I’d enjoyed your set, in one respect or another. In the interests of brevity, then…
You know what’s coming, don’t you?
First, a little context. At The Edge Of The Sea is a two-day mini-festival The Wedding Present and pals put on at the Concorde 2 (two stages, one inside and one outside) right next to the beach in Brighton every year. I’ve attended one before, at the behest of Helen McCookerybook. It was when I was in a very dark place indeed. Today, because of an incident we’re not going to go into here, I am feeling like shit. Be among similar-minded souls, I think to myself. The greatest thing about these mini-festivals – they’ve been going on for quite a few years now – is the sense of community they engender. A sense of belonging. Just a few short hours when you can still believe. All inclusive and slightly self-deprecating.
Plus, the raffle!
Of course, I miss the one band I’m here to see. Cinerama. Damn, and double damn.
Here are mygrades then.
Terry de Castro & Friends: 3.5 stars/3 stars (I didn’t really watch but they seemed friendy.)
Canned Pineapple: 4 stars/5 stars ++ (I was feeling shit: they stopped me feeling shit and put a massive smile on my face. The moment when the five lads announced they were going to cover a Wedding Present song but the drummer was still unsure of how it went – cue sight of drummer holding a mobile device to his ear, listening to said song – was pure genius. Reminded me of The Undertones too, and man that ain’t never a bad thing.) (Don’t overlook the additional pluses I’ve given them.)
ARKK: 3 stars/3.5 stars (A little too metal for my taste, but loved the stage set-up and warmth emenating from the two members, also my mate Michelle dug them.)
Hypsoline: 3.5 stars/4 stars (The kind of band we’d have featured in Plan B Magazine, for damn sure.)
Blood Red Shoes: 4 stars/2 stars (Good band n’ all, but I couldn’t handle the volume after Swans the night before.)
Berries: 3 stars/2.5 stars (Hunger was starting to do me in.)
The Wedding Present: 4.5 stars/4 stars + (Don’t take this the wrong way but surprisingly good. Vibrant. Don’t overlook the bonus plus.)