Last night I attended the NME Awards at the o2 with my good friend Lucy before having a boogie in Flares of all place as well having a a small encounter with SNOBS. I had a great night and woke up to a very hungover Jon as well as remainders of fried chicken crumbs everywhere.
First to perform was Peace, I literally saw about 5 minutes of them as I was late (which is a very common thing for me to do). When my ears first listened to Peace late last year I adored them even if they are literally the first thing you think of when Hipster comes out of someone's mouth and then its all up in arms and Tumblr is mentioned. Of course little Tumblr tweens everywhere will love them for their patterned shirts, vintage leather jackets, 90's curtain haircuts and flashy, ultra bright, acid trip backgrounds. Someone I know stated they sound similar to Nirvana however I feel that they sound more like Vampire Weekend with a slightly more rock feel to them. They have definitely blown up in the past couple of months and were nominated for BBC Sound of 2013. I'm hoping the album will be just as good as the Delicious EP with its indie rock tones mixed with a slight tropical theme.
Second up was the 4 piece band Palma Violets which I'm guessing get asked if they actually are like the purple confectionery a rather lot in interviews. Despite being nothing like the perfumed candy they are a mixture of garage rock entwined with psychedelic strands. They do not fail to please, the sea of people we're screaming back at them the words to Best of Friends whilst bobbing their heads. I am eager to hear the album which was released in February however I am slightly worried a lot of the songs will sound all too familiar to Best Of Friends.
Act number three was Miles Kane, I literally had never listened to Miles Kane until a week ago and then tried to squeeze in as many of his songs as I could an hour before attending the gig. By the time Miles Kane was set to come on Lucy and I had somehow managed to squash ourselves into the middle of the academy surrounded by an army of polo shirts and Noel Gallagher haircuts. Kane began bellowing indie pop into the mic and within 3 seconds of the first song I had almost lost my creeper and Lucy. As I was pushed further back into the polo shirt wave a cup was thrown at me which I then lunged further to the front of crowd (with a very girly throw i might add) only for a chubbier troop from the polo shirt wearing army to sarcastically turn to me and say "Nice throw". Which I didn't really understand as I can't imagine he did any better in P.E at school if he was that size. A few songs later I was pushed into Lucy and we was reunited and then we ran off to the toilet like girls do. I did quite like Miles Kane but I dislike his following, I feel he is slightly too pop and is straining to be indie with his haircut and clothes.
Last but not least was Django Django which had a very wide following right from the teens to the middle aged. I'm guessing the majority of the middle aged like them as they remind them of 90's raves with their fast beating, repetitive drums. As the drums kicked in I could feel the energy all around the room, you cannot help but move to Django Django as the drums carry you and your body starts throwing itself around, you know you have waited for something good at the end of the 4 acts. I have listened to the album which is self named Django Django, it is an album which begs to played over and over again with their inventive sounds Django Django entice you in with their beats. Despite a few disruptions to my listening due to a middle aged man grabbing the hair of a tumblr teen. I must say Django Dango was my favourite act of the night with Palma Violets coming in close.
My only regret is I should have been slightly intoxicated, everyone is far too stiff at gigs. Once you have a slither of alcohol in your system you tend to let go more and let the beat carry you, which is probably why by the time Django Django came on everyone was a little bit wasted and could enjoy themselves more. Despite not being drunk at that time I woke up with a hangover that made me feel similar to an ass.
