Although I got home at 2.30 in the morning (which is never a good thing) the gig in Bradford was bloody fun. Pitty Grinding Halt didn't show up until we where leaving but I ain't waiting all night for some bump and grind action.
Anyway i though i would post up this review for the latest Jinn release as its bloody good. Until next time...
Short Fast & Loud - Issue 19
Newcastle's best kept secret is out on the loose and bringing on the brutality full fucking force. Jinn defy being pigeonholed into just one boring genre by sheer range. This album will appeal to the grind-freaks, metal-heads, H/C punks and even those into doom and gloom and noisy rock. To say Jinn shows multiple personalities is putting it lightly. This entire album, track after incredible track holds the listener's attention with the thought of "holy shit, what's coming next?" from beginning to end. There are some definite nods to bands like Motorhead, At The Gates, Neurosis and even some early N.D., weird comparisons since none of the above mentioned sound anything alike. But that's Jinn, different and uncompromising; they are not letting any set genre define their sound, they are too busy creating the ballistic beast that is their music. This has been spending a lot of time on my stereo.
Its true its so glamorous, taking nearly 5 hours to get home is always a bonus. If the meeting would have sucked then fair enough I would deserve it, but it was bloody good and getting home on time would have been a bonus. Never mind one step closer to getting the biggest project out to all you lucky people, and boy is it worth waiting for.
Well its been in the making for nearly a year now but finally IN NAME & BLOOD will see the light of day within the next six months. Why so long? well thats just the way it is so get over it. This book is a collection of drawings and photographs from one of the UK's leading tattoo artists Steve Byrne. A close friend and an all round nice bloke the book will blow your balls off.
The mountain ranges in Keswick where it didn't rain and had the most expensive breakfast ever, I know i would have loved a vegi breakfast a few months ago but come on £9? my arse, give me Supersnacks anytime.
Me and Welly (left) enjoying a moment at the Salsa place in Keswick, good food but pitty about the company.
The Mrs taking it easy on the worst bed in the world, although at least this time it stayed alive long enough to last the night. Great weekend and when Sarah turned up it only made it funnier, although I do think we out did the Alan Partridge and Cattirick quotes to death.
