Crash Convention

I dunno. This is a weird one. It’s all a blur. It’s a band with a very fitting name. Crash Convention beat the shit out of their instruments for a few minutes, make a wall of sound, and stroll off. Then I’m left thinking, What the HELL was that?

Trying to piece together the mess of booze-addled notes, it tells me they’re taking up the Icarus Line’s punk rock fury and the Libertines’ onstage chemistry (well, Doherty and Barat rather than The Other Two). It is not as good as either, but this is still the first stage for Crash Convention. For a band this young and new, they are frighteningly good.

This hazy mess also reminds me that, no, getting twatted on wine before you get to the venue is NOT a good idea. Thing is, I’ve done this before with Crash Convention, but this time it hit me smack in the mouth: yeah, those two singers definitely got something going there, it feels so right, it feels exciting, and yes I would like another pint of Kronenberg please.

Then, very suddenly, it finishes, and I can’t remember a single song. One hopes this will only be a minor hitch. Give ‘em another six months, and this part of the tale is going to make a different story altogether.