I, along with AT LEAST a few others, saw The Magic Number's first American gig at Popscene last night. Very good they were too – sunshiny pop to brighten up a wet, foggy evening. Much better than the strumming misery of Calexico/Iron & Wine last week. And they clearly like a burger which is important here.
Popscene hosts lots of 'British Indie' acts - it's a club as well as a live venue and it was fun to bob along to The Stone Roses, The Smiths and Saint Etienne. Lacking a tattoo on my forehead saying 'I'M FROM LONDON', I tried to emit a knowing and embracing smile to these New World Anglophiles. A few more pints of freezing cold Bass and I'd have been initiating sing-alongs and giving instruction for the shoe-gazing shuffle.
Isn't patriotism a strange beast? Chuck and Camilla's presence here hasn't stirred my Marmite at all, but I was nearly toppled with nationalistic fervour when I saw a local in a 'Just Say No' Zammo t-shirt. That really is class.
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