Always the hipster bridesmaid, I made it to the second SoundCheck on South William Street last night. Good times… the genius of it is that it starts at seven, so if you’re working in the morning you can drink cheap cocktails for four hours and still get the last bus home. (Also, one of said cocktails essentially amounts to Tequila Yop, which you will agree is an intriguing prospect.)
I was fully prepared for the music to go completely over my head, so much so that when the deliciously pneumatic opening beat of Closer kicked in it didn’t occur to me that it might actually be Nine Inch Nails. Kudos to the man who threw that on, you made my night. The guy I was with functions better than I as a musical barometer and the sets seemed to pass muster, though for my money they could do with a bit more liveliness if they want to hit proper funsies.
They were projecting An American Werewolf in London on the wall, and while there was no sound I did get to see it three times so I can confidently say it’s the best film ever made. Highlights include a progressively decaying best friend, dream sequences involving what appear to be zomb-Nazis and a puzzling scene wherein some Americans piss off an entire pub full of Welsh people by pointing at something out of shot.
Anyway, to summarise: B+, would attend again. And next time I’m going to take some French fancies instead of just staring at them all night.
There were French Fancies (Funsies) and you didn’t take one/all? I don’t know who you are any more…
I wasn’t quite sure if they were communal, there was a big group of people lurking around them. I mean, if small pastries turn up in a pub they’re probably for the taking, but you can never be sure.
All is fair in food and drink…
An American Werewolf in London is the best film ever made. i watched it on a flight home from Kuala Lumpur with a chronic case of the DTs for company, during the designated “night time” section of the flight. the air hostess had to come check on me/tell me to shut up though, because i squealed like a girl at the scary bits.
I’m tempted to ask you what they said in the pub but… I also kind of want to keep the mystery.
‘a chronic case of the DTs’
denture tapping? degenerate toe-curling? deadly tea-squits?
Having obviously grown up in a bubble I’ve not seen American Werewolf in London. Another request to Cineworld’s classics…
Delirium Tremens, David; the symptoms associated with alcohol withdrawal. i had a hangover. and you need to get out more.
Ah - nods in understanding/agreement to all points.
French fancies and An American Werewolf in London? This sounds like a MAGNIFICENT club.
I would tell you what they’re pointing at, but I can’t remember. You must watch it with the soundtrack, very funny/touching/scary/witty script too…