Wednesday 21 October 2009

Sunday: it's all happening, and it's all happening!


It's quite literally all sorts of excitement. Actually it's a subset of all sorts of excitement, that subset which is conducive to pleasingly gentle Sunday afternoons. It's some sorts of excitement.

Anyway, the point is that we have more, and more of the good stuff coming up this Sunday... we have our Colour Me Pop friends coming along to treat us to their relaxed indiepop tunes, AND we have a Jumble Sale upstairs, or to give it its proper name the New To You Craft and Vintage Harvest Festival Fayre! New To You is hosted by Travis and Emily, and promises to offer vintage clothing, records, books, dvds, cakes, and everything else you'd want on a Sunday afternoon. Except booze. But handily that's downstairs!

What's more, to accommodate all of this good we are craftily deploying the slightly earlier start time of 1pm. We'll be playing our usual mix of high quality low volume tunes downstairs, and upstairs will be New To You, until 4:30... then you can re-join the Hangover Lounge downstairs, showing off your new stuff, over a bloody mary or two... splendid.

Name That Tune: B C Camplight: Couldn't You Tell?


It came on a recommendation from a ludicrously clued-in friend and it's one of those records that I'm sure I'm going to like within 10 seconds: smooth bossafied intro followed by a nice squelch of some kind of synthesiser. All that can go wrong now is for some whiny or whispery of shouty dumb vocalist to come and foul things up.

Not this time. "Couldn't You Tell" glories in the smoothest of voices - let's call him BC - telling you straight up that he's not to be trusted, under any circumstances. Meanwhile the Camplight rollick along in a pleasingly hangover-friendly way. Which is not very rollicky, I grant you. But it does seem to be the groove it hits towards the end that gets people asking what it is. It's "Couldn't You Tell" by BC Camplight. I think it's great.

Tuesday 13 October 2009

Scrabble Sunday and Piney Gir DJs

This Sunday (18 October) we are thrilled to have Piney Gir coming along to play some records, as well as our regular third Sunday of the month Scrabble club... it'll be an extraordinarily relaxing afternoon...




As usual, we start at 2, and play records at a relaxed volume, while you enjoy the papers, the conversation, the roasts, the bloody marys, and whatever else it is you might care to enjoy.

Wednesday 7 October 2009

The Claim and Amor de Dias FREE GIG



















A pared-down Claim featuring the Davids Read and Arnold are performing acoutiscally this Sunday. They'll be taking the stage at around 5pm. Amor de Dias will be playing either before or after that. They like to keep us guessing.

The Hangover Lounge's artist-in-chief has left the country for tax reasons, so the flyer has been botched by yours truly. Oh well. But it's the music that counts, right? And the beer. See you Sunday.

For those of you who missed The Claim's rivetting peformance in Rochester last month, there's footage below, which includes an exciting shot of the birthday boy frugging gently at the 2min mark.

Tuesday 6 October 2009

This Sunday's going to be a corker

I have to be honest: one of the reasons I'm particularly looking forward to this Sunday's Hangover Lounge is because it's doubling as my birthday celebration. And I'm celebrating a Big Birthday, one with a zero. I know it's hard to believe I'm 20 already, but there you are.

That's not all though. We are looking forward to hearing free acoustical sets from Amor de Dias (you know full well it's Lupe from Pipas and Al from the Clientele, two of my favourite groups of the last decade) and the Two Davids from The Claim, absolutely my favourite group of the decade before that. Here's the apropriately-named "Sunday": I love it.


You may have seen us advertise an appearance from Greg Webster, too - we're still hoping to see Greg play but (I have to be honest) we're not certain he is going to be able to make it. We'll see.

There is the vague possibility that I might have a drink or two, too. Purely medicinal, you understand. hair of the dog. That kind of thing. See you there, I hope.