Here goes, let me (attempt to) entertain you.. This is my low down of the things I saw and heard, and the fun I had beTween the 19th-21st of my most favoured month in Brighton. Within these days I chose from an abundance of amazing acts playing the Alternative Escape (which runs alongside The Great Escape for those without a wristband) and this is what I have written about it.
Please bear with because I know it seems lengthy, that’s because I love chat. There are recommendations and praise within and right to the end so it’s worth it. Promise.
So.. It began at Bleach. I went straight from work to some screaming for the Holy Roar records show. The rest of my weekend was set to be a lot less heavy so what better way to start.. Some shouty noisy bands and faces I love. Upstairs I go and I’m 1 of about 5 girls, inclusive of the bar staff. There is a lot of hair, a lot of patches and a lot of leather. I like it. The music is heavy and seriously satisfying after a day in a stuffy office. The first band on were Conjurer. Not the sort of band I listen to usually but I think I will now.. I was surprised how much I enjoyed them. I made the effort to be upstairs for the next 2 bands as wanted to start the weekend off right – focusing on bands, between brief chats with pals and pals of pals. We Never Learned to Live were next and I liked them too..knowing 14 year old me would have fucking loved them. More people I know showed up and I left. I couldn’t bring myself to stay for Rolo Tomassi who were headlining because I had places to be.
It was 9:30 and I ventured to the Globe for a Strong Island records x Dials showcase. On the way I saw an old guy, 60 + sat outside a cafe (remember its around 9:30) with massive beats by Dre headphones on seemingly having a sick time. I asked if I could take his photo cause I was already drunk.. He said no. Lesson learnt. Next time I’ll pap. This journey was risky. And that’s the trouble with Great Escape. As much as Brighton is small, and boy do I moan about it being small, verging on incestuous, while this is taking place it can feel pretty big running about venue to venue.. Esp when your legs are drunken and heavy and it’s raining.. You can feel pretty panicked on these journeys with the fear of not getting in. Living on the edge. They say do something that scares you daily. I’m doing it. But I do fucking hate those sort of sayings…
Luckily power walking is something I’m used to because of my love for sleep. I’m often making up for moments spent in bed when I shouldn’t be by seriously missioning to my destination.. So the reason I left so many I love and a continuing great line up at Bleach was for Arrows of Love. Wet name but a bit obsessed with their new release Toad. I had to see them live and decide whether I could get past the name. I am. They were sick. Noisy and messy and really into it even though it was for a small crowd (there had been no need for panic). The 2 girls are srsly sxc and make me want to be in a band a lot. This happens every time I’m at a gig then I remember by the time I’m good enough at anything to be in a band I’ll be old and haggared.. many huge steps away from sexy and probably struggling to stay on my feet for over an hour at a time. Siiigghhh.