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Before meeting up with the White Lies crew in Cardiff, we headed up to Liverpool for a warm up show in a church. The event was curated by the wonderful Wave Machines. It was a strange experience playing electronic instruments in the house of the lord, however luckily we have no songs about embracing Satanic rituals, or that contain any blasphemous lyrics. Thank Godd like.
Here is the stage, which was amazing:
This is not the church we played in, but it was near by and very beautiful.
We kicked it down, and then Cats in Paris, a fabulously flamboyant band from Manchester kicked it down too. They are amazing, see:
We woke up in Waveman Tims flat, and drove to Cardiff where we fed some ducks for a bit before sound-checking. Fred got a bit excited meeting White Lies and fainted in the dressing room. Before he passed out on the floor, he managed to papp them with his camera.
Then we blasted audience members with some of our swirly blips, before retiring to drink one beer. Mental.
On the way to the Manchester show, we noticed a smell like burning turnips in the van. Our front axle burst into flames and we careered onto the hard-shoulder of the M6 in a swervy, ungraceful manner. A nice bloke called Jim from the RAC waggled a spanner around and fixed it, so we gave him a Post War Years t-shirt, which he promised to wear in bed.
Getting over the travel boredom by listening to wax stag. Listen to wax stag.
More Tomorrow or the day before yesterday.