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iLiKETRAiNS & Lupen Crook @ the Metro Club
iLiKETRAiNS & Lupen Crook @ the Metro Club
Oh the Metro Club is only tiny but it feels like every tall lanky bastard has decided to come along tonight and place their bean pole body between me and the stage! Add to this the fact that they all they seem to do is chatter and quack, like a flock of geese, and I'm fit to kill by the end of Lupen Crook's first song!!
Luckily it seems that so is he - and Crook matches my bile with his own, hissing his acerbic lyrics at the, unfortunately oblivious, fashionista audience. "Kids of only 17, they don't know what you mean, but love the London scene!" Intensly charismatic, he's a pretty boy spitting acid, but his filthy (good) looks are wasted on em!
If I thought the braying scensters would shut up for tonights headliners I was mistaken - twats. Still, this next lot can be bloody loud when they want to be and with a name like iLiKETRAiNS - how can they not be brilliant as well? They work the tension/release format into mini prog rock epics and end by getting the first support, (who we missed) back on stage for a proggy wank fest of a finale.
But I suspect that this type of music is slightly lost on me. Maybe it works better with the visuals (missing this evening), but I did find myself drifting off a few times. Ultimately I thought they lacked focus or energy and their sophoric prog would be better suited to a depressed teen's bedroom. Not that they're actually rubbish though, not by a long shot. When the TRAiNS properly wig out it is very entertaining indeed. So good - but only if you like that kinda thing. (and it seems that everyone else does). Luce tells me that I wouldn't like Lambchop either.
I'll take her word for it.
