Edinburgh Under Surveillance: January
Gut hanging a few extra inches over your breeks after devouring twenty selection boxes in front of Christmas Dr Who? Excellent. Then we'll begin.
Liver sufficiently battered and bruised after a fortnight of liquoring it up? Gut hanging a few extra inches over your breeks after devouring twenty selection boxes in front of Christmas Dr Who? Excellent. Then we'll begin.
With many touring machines temporarily out of commission and our west coast associates waving the flag high this month, Auld Reekie has its work cut out in representing the live circuit, but, by Jaga's beard, those nights out in a club just might save our social lives.
Following on from their Cab Vol showcases with Ballboy and Sixpeopleaway late last year, New Found Sound get set to usher in their own New Year at Bannermans as Miss Rose Kemp returns to the capital with a full backing band in tow on the 26th. Del from NFS has been hammering this eclectic blend of live showcase at an unprecedented level, taking over venues all over the city since launching late last spring. Delivering strong bills to represent many elements of the spectrum, from homegrown hiphop, techno and indie rock to twisted Appalachian Folk-Punk, with a bit of luck 2007 will herald much more of the same ethos.
The following evening, more concerned with the maintenance of their Art Garfunkel haircuts and chasing small foxes throughout the countryside, toffs will remind us that they're seriously incapable of busting shapes on the floor when Toffs Can't Dance resurfaces at The Caves on the 27th. Featuring the forthright disco-Clash of the ubiquitous OBE, the wild eyed Creed-despising panache of J-Sel and Penny Blacks, the infectious indie magic of Tam's Railways, and the erratic pop-toned rock n' roll of east coast Emergenza finalists The DialsÃ‚Â… looks like the perfect occasion to shake it 'til it bleeds. See our feature in Sounds for some immortal words from a few of the bands involved and get your tail down there, m'kay? M'kay.