ATLAS sound

There i was. Working away. Minding my own business. All but content from having seen Deerhunter play the week before. Songs and Naked On The Vague supported the gig.

They were great.

When. There, in my inbox came the sentence.

Atlas Sound will play a secret gig at Black & Blue this Friday Night. Get. There. Early.

I did.

And yet, the line for people to get in went around the block and all the way up the street, and possibly further, but i was wearing high heels, and for the sake of writing it on my blog, didn't feel like seeing just how far.

Just like moses, however, a section close to the front opened up, and let me in...

Up the stairs, the atmosphere was so nice, with a very curious, musical, appreciative smattering of young hipsters leaning and laughing against the artful walls of the sweaty room. Some even smiled at me.

And Bradford began. Everyone stood. Quietly. And in awe. And then realised that no-one could see. And so one by one, like a whimsical mexican wave, the entire front section sat down.

I don't know why. But it was moving. How cool are people?

Anyway, the show proceeded, for quite some time. A couple of hours i expect went by. And it was phenomenal. It was all encompassing. And raw. And real.

And I feel so blessed to have been there to witness his musical prowess, and gutter humour.

You might like Atlas Sound. You might not. You might not even know who they are. Whatever. All i'm sayin is, i know a genius when i see one.