Having only just got back from LA, baby I was 50/50 whether I was going to this gig. After all it was in London, I had just taken an extraordinary hit in the pocket by buying too many tshirts at Comic-Con and I'd have to stay overnight because of sucky train times. Who was I kidding? As soon as I saw a missive stating that a limited number of tickets would be available for a limited time I spazmd and arrnaged the whole thing in a matter of minutes. So predictable. I haven't yet learned that 'limited' can mean 'limited to only a million tickets for a limited sale period of 5,000 years'. By the way, can I take this opportunity to reprimand The Cribs' mailing list? I received no information about a pre-sale and had to get the links off the forum. I never get emails from the mailing list, what's going on?
Anyway, reached London town at 7, took a decade to check into the Thistle because every single person seemed monumentally surprised at the details of their booking and had to have it all changed. Had some texts from darkhorse who was queuing in the rain and quite peturbed about the presence of a fire engine at the venue, but all's well that ends well. Shout out to the conscientious barman who refused to sell me a £2.50 lukewarm Becks in a plastic bottle because I didn't have ID. Although it is still awesome to be mistaken for 17 when I'm the ripe old age of 28 I was gagging for a beer and didn't get one, so I hope all your dreams go unfulfilled.
After a brief mercy mission to Tesco Metro for emergency medicinal ginger ale (don't ask) we cram into the doors by the side of the stage. There doesn't look like 600 people here but the place is rammed, there's a pile of concussed cats outside where people have attempted to swing them. Set list is as follows : (oh yes, and note to guy who kept tutting and rolling his eyes when I was tapping my mobile, I was noting the setlist for the benefit of the human race, not texting, so get over yourself)
BTW Johnny Marr and Andrew Knowles are on stage.
Our Bovine Public Hey Scenesters! DYWBR Victim of Mass Production ("This is a song me and Johnny wrote" says Ryan) Girls Like Mystery I've Tried Everything I(at this point Gary introduces Andrew Knowles on the keyboards) Kind Words From the Broken Hearted Women's Needs
Ryan mentions that they're sick of playing festivals and relates a story about a band in Budapest with a standing drumer who dressed as either a cop or a cock, I couldn't hear him properly. He then asks how many of us wish to see Ross pull this off and I honestly don't know which way to vote. If he said 'cop' then yes, if 'cock', then not really. If he did say 'cop' I refer Ryan to the lyrics of Television "Hey man, let's dress up like cops, think of what we could do. Something said, we'd better not".
Moving Pictures Another Number
(Here Gary breaks to explain that his shirt is from H&M. "Just to end the internet speculation".)
New untitled song (from the setlist)
Ryan is now picking up clothes from the stage and wears a fetching red and blue tracksuit jacket which makes him look like a member of the Polish Olympic Team. He comments that if he sounds bad he can pretend it wasn't him on stage, "then someone'll say, it was Ryan Jarman and he's a legend!"
Mirror Kissers (at the wrong speed? Was it just me?)
There follows something unintelligible which is apparently a new song but sounds like they haven't actually composed it in the same room as each other.
Men's Needs Wrong Way To Be Be Safe I'm A Realist
And there we have it, a great warm up and a suitably sweaty crowd. The addition of the keyboards definitely fleshes out the live set. I'm stil unclear on the cop/cock question so if someone could clear that up for me I'd appreciate it.
That was my red and blue tracky top. I tried to get it back after the gig but was told that Ryan really likes it and their manager gave me £20 for it. <br>Awesome! It only cost me £2.99 from a cheap shop in Brighton. <br>