Noise

Rose and I went along to listen to Rosy Parlane, Richard Francis and Campbell Kneale at the Adam tonight. They separately produced their own brand of noise for about 10 to 15 minutes each first and then melded them together for about half an hour or so. It was bloody cold but that kind of went with it, especially for the wind howling one. I picked up a couple of Birchville Cat Motel records (including this one) and a Rosy Parlane CD on the way out.

I had a quick squizz round that part of the Prospect show during the break. Most of it was pretty boring, though I did quite like the Francis Upritchard stuff. It was the old school desk that did it for me.