Joe Tatton eyes his organ.
After the quite active Balconies and intense ejaculations of Sunparlour Players thay also seemed a bit sedate. That's bassist Pete Shand standing just behind Roberts.
Simon Allen, prototypical scruffy British drummer.
Jazzy action!
What passes for faceoff action!
A bit more of Shand and Roberts.
Allen holds a pose.
The whole lot and several annoying microphone stands.
They only held my attention for a handful of songs. I went off to the Subway Stage to check out the bluesy sounds emanating there from. The Homemade Jamz Blues Band were performing, and doing a decent job of it (not even taking their age into account). With those instruments they should probably come from Detroit, not Tupelo.
Ryan gets a full dose of sun.
Kyle keeps to the shadows.
Then there's Taya, who's not even a teenager yet.
And, er , that's it (unless you want to bother with the Flickr stuff) since I went off to see Land of Talk. I will note that as I headed back over to the Black Sheep Stage that the New Mastersounds sounded like they were cooking much hotter than when I left.
- Show reminder: The Polymorphines and Vincat rock at Zaphod's. New Car Smell and Medium Fi play the Elmdale House. Lucid 44, Ship Shapes and The Kettle Black are at the Avant-Garde.
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