Speaking of new music a friend of mine Mark T. was telling to me about Tame Impala a few months back and then got onto this band called the Black Angels. Part of the new psychedelic movement I guess. I wasn't sure I wanted to go back there again. But I jumped onto Youtube I gave them a listen and found this track. Which led me to their brilliant Indigo Meadow album which in turn led to me buying my first 2013 album on vinyl and last Friday heading out with Mark and his cousin Billy to see the band.
That we started the night with a few bottles of great Shiraz at a duck restaurant in Chinatown before strolling up to the Palace put us in good spirits. The exorbitant amount we paid for beers, vodka shots and Black Ice nearly blew the fun away but we were in too much of a good mood. And we somehow ended up at the front. And I've never been in the front row for anything unless you count the time I took my kids to see the Hi Five. But here I was holding on to the barrier. Listening to the support bands. Leaving the front to queue up for a smoke. There was a line of people waiting to go into the smoking area. Never seen that before. I smoke rarely now but this was the kind of gig where it felt almost right. Except for the 10 minute wait. And the fact that no drinks were allowed in the smoking area. Which kinda defeats the fun a bit.
Black Angels came on and it was a blast. Total sound. They did all my favourite songs first and then seemed to get into a groove which was just mesmerizing. Which could have been the alcohol because I was starting to find the stairs a bit elastic. I retreated to the balcony for the second half and just watched the band and the audience interact. With these trippy visuals on screen it just felt good. But I was guessing I might not feel so good tomorrow morning.
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