As part of a massive
(massive) brief about music, an international refugee camp has formed
in our basement. Teams have arrived
from Amsterdam, Delhi, Shanghai, Portland and Sao Paolo and over the coming weeks they’ll be exploring
exactly what music is, what it means to people and why you just can’t be human
without having some kind of opinion about it.
We’ve got bands, industry experts, promoters,
managers, music strategists (nope, me neither) and many others coming in to talk
at the camp. We’re also visiting all the live gigs we can in order to see what
the masses are sweating and spitting about these days.
Last week we even managed to combine the
two. Mid-afternoon Thursday a huge silver van pulled up next to the sock window,
terrifying cardboard Donna. Seven ridiculously slim young folk fell out of it
and they were Dananananaykroyd, a six-piece band from Glasgow (and their
driver). For the next two hours
they entertained us with their lovely accents, intense enthusiasm and all round
banter in the Oval before heading off to their gig at the Camden Proud gallery
to soundcheck. Then, come 9pm, a W+K contingent went to find them and see what 'fight pop' really was.

Cut to 10.30pm, Dananananaykroyd have just finished a raucous set and
we all stand looking at each other, whispering things like:
Best live band I’ve seen in ages.
Why was the guitarist playing his guitar up that
woman’s skirt?
Greatest frontman ever.
Did one of the two drummers really run bleeding from
the eye after accidentally hitting himself
with his stick?
Why aren’t my ears working?


Amazing stuff. And plenty more to
come. Next up is the MacBeth
this Thursday for 4 new bands.