Where is Home?

As a wise T-shirt once said, "God Bless Bloc Party". Was listening to their second album last week after neglecting it for a while, and every time I listen to it I am blown away by the track Where is Home?. In the current climate it seems that the only way for a band to get recognition for their music is to write about going out, incidents that happen when out and unobtainable girls who also go out. So hearing a song filled with beautiful and dark references to a dark subject (racial hatred, killings etc if you've not heard it) just stands out from everything else. I am in no way claiming to relate to the subject matter, the only real abuse I suffer is getting called a big poof whenever I go out. And it does help that the song has a massive hook of a chorus also. Touched.

Many a memory has been brought back this weekend past. With Radio One's big weekend festival taking place in Preston it really doesn't seem like a whole year since the same event took over our town of sunny Dundee. The twelve months that have passed since then have certainly been filled with many ups and downs in camp Descartes. A year ago we were playing our second ever gig in the first stage of Descartes in front of an insane crowd at Dundee's small Globe Bar, at the time we couldn't have imagined the amount of daft things that would happen in between, such as scary trips to fife, outdoor gigs in front of two children and a dog, the band falling to pieces, Mr Paul Markie coming on board, and eventually us getting good. Its been wild and drunken, and jeeeezo I hope this year is more straight forward.

I watched Maximo Park and Klaxons on the BBC coverage of the festival last night. I had forgotten how much I loved the first Maximo Park album, though now the band trouble me as their singer has so many of the physical looks and attributes of a rapist. Klaxons were fucking insane, all over the shop but still utter genius. I was forced to give up and go to bed when the Kaiser Chiefs came on though as I feared that I may cause violence to my television every time Ricky Wilson's fat Little smug face came on my screen. Everything is average nowadays. Perfect you tosser.

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