Moon Duo

Writing this the morning after. I either had a dodgy pint or that Hungarian baccy Pete gifted me has some heavy metals in it. Which would be appropriate as the half song we caught of the support act, who I think were Baba Naga, was a full on cock rock guitar solo with big finish. I can't really say any more than that on them and maybe the rest of the set was less 1970s. Let me know if you see them. As ever the getting there was a story in itself. Pete and Todd taking about an hour to get a kebab at Waterloo (that'll serve them right) and Simon losing his bank card on the Brixton bus and having to pay over nine quid for a return ticket into London. We like to sting the tourists don't we! So I have to stand outside the pub in near sleet listening to old blokes and a woman bang on about their gardens. What's worse they're going into Heaven too. I could go on but will spare you the details. Suffice to say the cavernous (literally) Heaven is packed to the rafters and we have to loiter around the back. Moon Duo churn out a fantastic psychedelic grunge that's billed as krautrock but I think that's just the in vogue lazy label or I've not listened to enough krautrock, which may be a fair criticism of me. Anyways the drumming is fantastic driving the ditties along on the back beat making my feet shuffle whilst the grungy neo glissando guitar and soaring keyboards has the arms gliding and the head banging. Mine were anyway but apart from Simon doing his usual grooving and some bloke just in front of us everyone else could've been waiting for the 5.15 from Victoria and don't look out of their brains neither. I had a look at the european tour schedule and they have a Glastonbury shaped hole so maybe we'll see them in the Glade which would be a perfect late night venue for them. Now that would be a jumping crowd to this lot. The light show is great too and from where we are the band are silhouetted whilst crazy gaudy swirls of post trippinessness dance behind them. The crowd thins after their last number and Simon and I make our way further forward where we can see the band's faces and dance a little freer. Especially for the their last tune which is a psychedelic rock take on the Stooges' No Fun (I just geekily worked out they recorded that six decades ago) where we excite a mini mosh pit with three guys bizarrely wearing matching back to front baseball hats. That was fun. Afterwards walk over the river and have a dodgy pint in a trendy bar before a final pint and chaser at the Wellington. No wonder I feel crap.