We are beautiful, we are doomed: Los Campesinos!, Mirrors Festival, London, 28/10/17

For a few years Mirrors Festival has been a day event showcasing the best of indie music which takes place in Hackney, East London. Previous acts to grace the stage have included Bats For Lashes and Rhye, and this year Los Campesinos! and Pinegrove were headlining. 

The first thing to note about Mirrors is the venue locations. There were four in total: one 'stage' was above a vintage clothes shop, another at the excellent Moth Club, the third in Oslo Hackney and finally at St John at Hackney (which is an actual church, fyi). 

I spent the majority of the festival in St John at Hackney, eagerly anticipating my third LC! gig of the past year. 

With the exception of compulsory carol services during my school years, this was the first time I've seen live music in a church. And it was really, really good.

Ultimate Painting took to the stage at 6:45. Their set effortlessly mixed genres; what started as gentle guitars transcended into an awesome amount of sound. 

Ultimate Painting take on the church

Certain songs gave off an early Oasis vibe, which was perhaps helped by the fact the band is made up of two guys - Jack Cooper and James Hoare. (However during their live shows they are joined by Will Young and Juan Jacinto, so maybe my analogy doesn't help...)

A personal highlight was Central Park Blues, which really reminded me of Courtney Barnett - a big plus. 

Ultimately, Ultimate Painting were a lot of fun, and whet the crowd's appetite for the imminent arrival of Los Campesinos!

Throughout the evening, I got the chance to chat to both Kim (vocals, keyboard) and Gareth at the merch stand. It is so lovely for a band to have such a close relationship with its fans. While proudly clutching my fifth LC! t-shirt, I asked a few questions about the show, and also a few literary questions...

Gareth admitted that the acoustics hadn't been great during sound check - an empty church doesn't lend itself to indie rock - but by kicking off with the loudest rendition of For Flotsam that I've ever experienced, it was clear that Los Campesinos! were going to perform a show to remember.

Incredibly intense guitar solos, light displays that would rival Aphex Twin himself, and mosh pits ensued over the course of the next hour. I loved every minute.  

It's quite hard for a band boasting six albums - and a huge amount of unreleased crowd favourites - to please everyone in one hour, but LC! tactfully played a selection of songs from each era. 

Los Campesinos! + pretty cool lighting = great evening

Here's To The Fourth Time was a particular highlight. Gareth unleashed a guttural scream which then reverberated around the entire church. (Not your usual Sunday service). 

A whirlwind set culminated with an epic performance of The Sea Is A Good Place To Think Of The Future. The lyrics 'But you could never kiss a Tory boy without wanting to cut off your tongue again' were screamed by the entire crowd, what a beautiful moment.

I do wish they'd played Who Fell Asleep In, 'She turned her back on the church and put all her faith in me' would have been particularly poignant given the location.  

When the set was over, Gareth said they'd temporarily head back to the merch stand until Pinegrove started. I only recently found out the bands are friends (or at least mutually respect each other a lot), which is nice. You can read an interview with both bands here.

I can't finish this post without saying a big congratulations to Kim, who is pregnant! I didn't think she'd be performing last night, but she was just as passionate as ever. Looking forward to seeing Los Campesinos! return in the new year, but until then I'll make do with my funky new t-shirt. #lc4lyf

Can't get you out of my head: All We Are / Nick Mulvey, London, 17/10/17

Following my recent promise to get to gigs earlier, I turned up to the Shepherd's Bush Empire at 7:30pm on Tuesday. I'd agreed to see Nick Mulvey with a friend who's a big fan, but didn't know who would be supporting.

All We Are are a trio who formed in Liverpool in the early 2000s. The drummer - Luis Santos - also happens to be my friend's cousin (small world). They produce a dreamy indie pop sound which transfixed the crowd for 30 minutes.

Bassist Guro Gikling was particularly impressive, the way she moved her feet gave the impression she was floating in time to the beat.

From left to right: Luís Santos, Rich O'Flynn, Guro Gikling 

For the final song, 'Dreamer', a guitar and keyboard were added to the mix. The result was a magnificent amount of noise which I hoped would be replicated in Mulvey's performance.

This wasn't the case. In his trademark black beanie hat, Mulvey was the epitome of zen, casually strumming on his guitar. This wasn't in itself a bad thing, but seeing as I spend the majority of my time at sweaty punk gigs, it was certainly a change to usual.

Following the release of his second record, Wake Up Now, Mulvey played a selection of folky songs from both his first and second albums.

Nick Mulvey takes centre stage

Radio-favourites 'Unconditional' and 'Fever To The Form' went down a storm, with the audience singing along word-perfectly. After singing the first verse of 'Cucurucu', Mulvey stopped, smiled, and said he'd like to start again because the response was so beautiful.

With lyrics about peace, childhood, and nature, Mulvey transported the audience to a worry-free world. Gone were the worries about work or news, it was simply impossible to be stressed.

The lighting also added to the experience. As the set drew to a close the stage was completely dark apart from a single horizontal beam of bright light. Looking too intensely at the stage was painful, so you had to fully focus on the music.

My personal highlight was an adorable older lady standing to my right who danced throughout the entire set.

In conclusion, Mulvey captivated the crowd with his guitar and peaceful attitude. Sometimes that's all you need at a concert.

Bleeding things and broken guitar strings: October Drift, Oxford, 14/10/17

I found myself back at The Cellar in Oxford on Saturday night for another excellent indie rock/punk night. On the line up were Quartermelon, Easter Island Statues, October Drift, and Desperate Journalist.

There aren't many times where a supporting artist has been more engaging than the main act, but October Drift blew me away.

Hailing from Taunton, October Drift is comprised of Kiran Roy (vocals, guitar), Chris Holmes (drums), Alex Bispham (bass), and Daniel Young (guitar).

Right from the start, the quartet set the scene for a dramatic performance. Each band member adopted a certain stance, maintained it for an almost uncomfortably long time while producing an epic amount of noise, and then didn't stop moving throughout the 45 minute set.

Each band member succeeded in engaging the audience, from Daniel's haunting expression to Alex's impressive headbanging. One particular highlight was when Daniel collapsed to the floor, balancing the guitar on his knees.

Here's a little snippet of the action (filmed on my phone, then sent to everyone I know).

When Kiran took a break from energetically moving around the stage, we got the chance to focus on his vocals. I was reminded of The National's Matt Berninger - and the band list them as one of their influences.

He didn't stay still for very long, however, and he was soon climbing onto the bar. When the band are playing together, minimalistic post-punk verses happily transcend into joyous noise. I had a smile on my face throughout the entire show.

From left to right: Daniel, Chris, Kiran, Alex

Obviously I'd like to think every performer takes pride and has passion in their work, but October Drift took it to a new level. Kiran cut his fingers and broke two guitar strings during the set. Blood, sweat and tears were definitely shed during the performance. (Okay, I'm not sure about the tears).

Originally I'd intended to see post-punk Band Desperate Journalist - mainly for their great name - but I found myself so overwhelmed by October Drift's performance that I found myself 'drifting' towards the back mid-set.

Saturday night certainly taught me the lesson to arrive on time for gigs. Sometimes a support act can become your new favourite band.

Save The Cellar! Cassels, Oxford, 07/10/17

Slightly hidden off Oxford's busy Cornmarket Street is The Cellar, a much loved independent music venue which has propelled the likes of Foals and Glass Animals to fame.

Last month, the venue's landlords applied for planning permission to convert the venue into a retail space. But The Cellar's fans came out in support and - thankfully - this application has been withdrawn.

The fight to save The Cellar continues, but it has become clear that the intimate venue means a lot to a great deal of people.

Bestival founder Rob da Bank shows his support

Following the release of their debut album, local two piece Cassels headlined The Cellar on Saturday night.

Support came from Fancy Dress Party and Lacuna Common. Encompassing the indie punk rock spectrum, both bands got the crowd going and set the bar high for Cassels' set.

Jim on guitar

With a setlist of nine songs - many from the newly released Epithet album - Cassels energised the crowd with a winning combination of apathy and pure punk joy.

First off was 'Coup'. Its politically charged lyrics (specifically about youth disenchantment) were well received by The Cellar's crowd. A mosh pit quickly opened up behind me - no mean feat considering the size of the venue.

The band certainly take no prisoners. "This song is about dementia," Jim (vocals, guitar) announced to the crowd. After a usual cheer, he quipped: "If you cheered you're a piece of shit, 'cause it's a terrible disease."

Cassels makes you think. They would be the first to admit that they're not an easy listening, pop band. Instead, their songs challenge you.

The penultimate song was 'Hating is easy', which was first released in 2015. 'And I would love you/ But loving is scary/ So I'll just hate you/ Hating is easy...' I like to interpret this song in two ways.

Firstly I see it as an ode to commitment phobia, where it seems easier to hate rather than mentally invest yourself in another party. Secondly I imagine it as a parody, criticising some of the terrifying attitudes we see today. Sure, let's just hate each other rather than sorting our differences out.

While I was checking out Cassels on social media post-gig, I noticed they're friends with the brilliant itoldyouiwouldeatyou and also supported Muncie Girls in February. As I get more acquainted with the UK indie scene, I constantly get more impressed.

I'll be back next Saturday to see Desperate Journalist and October Drift. In the meantime, please sign the petition to save The Cellar.