Oh and I went to see a band called Architecture of Helsinki
...or something like that. A bunch of scruffy student-types who had bought as many crappy cheap instruments as possible and were determined to play each and every one on each and every "song". Or "tune". Or whatever, because every time it sounded like they were getting around to playing something good, 4 bars later they would stop and whip out the kazoo or something.

I had a long argument with this dude afterwards who said "They don't do choruses, or songs in the traditional sense." I concluded that therefore I wouldn't "watch or listen to them in the the traditional sense", though to be fair I don't think I've heard of them since.

Oh and anything by the fucking White Stripes. Obviously.

[edit] How could I have forgotten the Yeah Yeah Yeahs at Brixton Academy? I think the moment of realisation for me was when Karen O (or whatever the fuck her name is) was kneeling down on the stage banging two microphones together. I realised I'd actually paid money to see this stupid rich bitch bang microphones together. They played for about an hour and in all that time I think I discerned about 2 actual songs, the rest was supposedly "art". I shouted "Play something good!" and left; my slightly less couth mate shouted "At least get your tits out!"
( emvee cruor deo cruoris, Wed 28 Sep 2005, 15:46, Reply)