August 25, 2012
I’m watching the Reading Festival live on TV. Watching festivals on TV is a fairly lacklustre experience. You can reassure yourself that you’re not getting soaked to the converse in the British weather and you don’t smell like a fish dying in a blocked sewer system but, ultimately, you’re still not there.
The worst thing about watching on the idiot box is that a festival normally has a generous selection of venues to choose from, last time I went there were 5 at Reading I think, sadly on TV you’re kinda trapped. There is the ‘red button’ which features other artists but they never sneak off to the smaller venues to discover something new.
So, tonight I’m stuck watching Kasabian. I hate Kasabian. It’s 10 at night and you’re wearing sunglasses. That means you’re either blind or a berk. I’m going for berk. ARGH. MAKE IT STOP. The red button (also known as the ‘useless switch’) offers Billy Talent (on repeat for the last decade) or The Shins (them of only one good song).
Calm down Simmo, it’ll be ok.
In desperation this evening, I muted the crime upon popular culture which is Kasabian and entered into the equally glum world of talentless mediocrity, also known as the Sounds Good To Me Too inbox.
Amongst the mountains of emails from 3 fingered teenagers abusing their out of tune 5 string guitars I stumbled across Kandle. My attention was immediately drawn because she’d covered a Rolling Stones song (normally a terrible idea) but done an ok job:
But then, I listened to the other tune emailed across; Small:
Gee. This is good people.
Kandle is from Montreal, Canada (it’s near to the USA. It’s cold there and they have bears and stuff). We know barely anything else but we do know she has an EP out called, surprisingly, Kandle. Purchase details below.
Before we sign off and get back to screaming abuse at the tele, we’ll let you have Know My Name:
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