Sat 17 Aug 19:30pm
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Paper Dress: Shoreditch’s best kept secret – stylish vintage boutique by day, happening live music joint by night. On Saturday 17 August we’re delighted to welcome to our unique shop window stage…
AFRICAN QUEEN
https://www.facebook.com/pages/African-Queen/9813577406?ref=ts&fref=ts
African Queen spin dreamy psych rock with a little more butter than jam. Having lived in the physical realm for many years they left their bodies and returned with a single revelation; that sound is all there is.
On the 12th of October 2010, we played a show to a packed out venue on London’s Brick Lane. This gig was our swan song and remains the last show we have played to date; culminating three years of hard work, highs and lows, road trips, spilt drinks, all nighters and plenty of fun with our friends.
In 2013 we will play a series of gigs to reunite the realm and, hopefully, release our long fabled album.
BELLEVILLE
http://belleville.bandcamp.com/
“Belleville take a left of centre approach to songwriting on their debut album. Using traditional rock instrumentation, the group have formulated a gorgeously minimal approach – cutting out any non-essential elements.
Overdriven but melodic guitars are used for bedding harmonies straight out of the american loose-lipped and low-slung underground. There’s elements of dinosaur jr in the wired, countrified guitar and the replacements in the vocals which are delivered with much off-the-cuff aplomb.
The songs have an occasional touch of meat puppets looseness, on ‘i don’t fear god’ for example, while opener ‘ascendancy’ touches on something more minimal and unconventional with its drones and overtones. Overall a strong opening LP”
– ROUGH TRADE
GEORGES KAPLAN PRESENTS
http://www.georgeskaplanpresents.com/listen.html
Georges staggered out of the dimly lit doorway. Dazed from the explosion, his eyes smarting in the early dawn light he stumbled into a narrow sidestreet. Pausing for a moment, back up against a wall, ever conscious of being recognised he put on his dark glasses and fumbled for a cigarette. Lighting it, he gazed up for a moment at the stars dimly gleaming in the narrow shard of sky cut from between the silhouetted buildings. It hadn’t always been like this, this name, this life, always having to be running from he knew not what. He straightened, and headed off into the twisting maze of city streets. The fire and noise in his head made finding his way difficult, and for a while he wandered unsteadily through the city, eerily deserted at that early hour. ‘You’d better get going’ a voice suddenly whispered softly behind his left ear. Georges stiffened, and, whirling round, saw nothing but the steam gently rising from a street vent. He set off at a sprint, making his way to the river winding its sinuous route through the city’s heart. This time he had guessed right, the tide was still out and, clambering down the steps to the bank he found his car still parked where he had left it. Igniting, tyres screeched as the old Ford spluttered into motion. Georges was soon at the city limits, the car careered out onto the main road out of town and he headed east into the slowly rising sun. Later, driving fast out on the freeway, the wind whistling on the shield, he took the rise and, looking down over the vast expanse now spread before him he remembered the song that had stayed with him through everything else. The music remained, a piano and saxophone was all he needed. The haze had now lifted, he now knew what he had to do…
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