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Dananananaykroyd Finally Play London
January 31st 2007 12:23
Sunday night was a special night for PM. Not only did Dananananaykroyd play a show in the East End, but I was lucky enough to say hello to them all! And they are nice, nice, nice. After taking about seven thousand hours to get to London's93 Ft. East venue (tube links closed at Waterloo, mass evacuation, Shoreditch underground station closed for months, had to walk from Whitechapel, very unsure of where I was, asking thugs for directions...), I immediately started trying to look cool and prop up the bar. A couple of drinks later, I'm beckoned to the Dana dressing room and given more beer. We chat, they field questions using phrases like 'upside-down pocket', and general merriment ensues. I head back out to front of house to see if I can catch the end of Shady Bard's set, after seeing them in sweetly luminescent form at St Giles Church supporting Sodastream the other week. And lovely they are, if a little perplexed by the fire alarm going off mid-song.
Untitled Musical Project are pretty dull. They look just like standard tight jeans people who are into thrash and noise just to be a little different from their mates' bands, probably so they're at least guaranteed gigs. And there's not a lot wrong with that, there are just many better examples of it knocking around in London. (Try Kong. They're great).
Then, at about half past nine, Dananananaykroyd arrive and play all their songs. It takes about forty minutes at the most, but it's surely one of the most entertaining forty minutes witnessed by anyone ever. Singer (and former drummer) Calum is the closest thing we have in a live setting to Cedric Bixler's free-wheeling At The Drive-In days, swinging his microphone around his neck, launching himself off drums, jumping into the audience and simply hugging people. I'd hug them too if my band was this good. The guitars bounce nimbly around the room (I'm being metaphorical now, they weren't just chucking them about...), crunching discordantly in all the right places and propelling zinging melodic interest about like toilet rolls thrown over a tree on Halloween.
It's all done with charming grins and community spirit, as if everyone in this band is completely in love with it and not concerned a jot about anyone else. And when the results of that devotion are this positive, one can only conclude that this is a healthy obsession. As they, en-masse, chant the indecipherable opening to 'Some Dresses' it is impossible not to think that we've maybe seen the beginning of a rather special year for Dananananaykroyd. Sticks break and fly out into the audience, there's a question and answer session, and one drummer literally disappears at one point, running round the back of the venue like a goon. With their live show pretty much inch-perfect, it remains only for them to record a great record. On the strength of their singles, this should not be a problem.
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Untitled Musical Project are pretty dull. They look just like standard tight jeans people who are into thrash and noise just to be a little different from their mates' bands, probably so they're at least guaranteed gigs. And there's not a lot wrong with that, there are just many better examples of it knocking around in London. (Try Kong. They're great).
Then, at about half past nine, Dananananaykroyd arrive and play all their songs. It takes about forty minutes at the most, but it's surely one of the most entertaining forty minutes witnessed by anyone ever. Singer (and former drummer) Calum is the closest thing we have in a live setting to Cedric Bixler's free-wheeling At The Drive-In days, swinging his microphone around his neck, launching himself off drums, jumping into the audience and simply hugging people. I'd hug them too if my band was this good. The guitars bounce nimbly around the room (I'm being metaphorical now, they weren't just chucking them about...), crunching discordantly in all the right places and propelling zinging melodic interest about like toilet rolls thrown over a tree on Halloween.
It's all done with charming grins and community spirit, as if everyone in this band is completely in love with it and not concerned a jot about anyone else. And when the results of that devotion are this positive, one can only conclude that this is a healthy obsession. As they, en-masse, chant the indecipherable opening to 'Some Dresses' it is impossible not to think that we've maybe seen the beginning of a rather special year for Dananananaykroyd. Sticks break and fly out into the audience, there's a question and answer session, and one drummer literally disappears at one point, running round the back of the venue like a goon. With their live show pretty much inch-perfect, it remains only for them to record a great record. On the strength of their singles, this should not be a problem.
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