Name: AITBF presents...
What: The best you can find on a Thursday night, in the heart of Brick Lane, a very special night with fresh bands: Boy Crisis, We Have Band and Django Django are going to make you dance.
Who?: Camden Based promoters, AITBF, are the collective behind the Field Day Festival, multi-venue East London event Stag And Dagger and the unforgettable Easter extravaganzas at Fabric, that pioneered the art of pitching breaking indie-rock and electronic bands alongside established DJs and curveballs from the worlds of folk, performance art and prog-rock. Amongst others, AITBF was an early launching pad for the likes of Florence and the Machine, Crookers, Filthy Dukes, Thecocknbullkid, Neon Neon, Pes and Androids and Brodinski.
Why?: Because it beats working in a bank!
Venue: 93 Feet East, 150 Brick Lane
Station: Aldgate East/ Liverpool Street
Date: 28 May
Time Doors: 20:00
Price: £6 advance/ £8 door
Ticket Link: http://www.ticketweb.co.uk/user/?region=gb_london&query=detail&event=321935
Armed with the same combination of hedonism and surreality that saw their heroes George Clinton and David Bowie through the 70s and 80s, Brooklyn five piece Boy Crisis are on a mission to make you party your way out of the credit crunch. Specialising in papercut-sharp lyrics delivered in a pleading Prince-like falsetto over sinuous electro p-funk grooves, Boy Crisis are not your average group of skinny-jeaned 20-somethings.
Boy Crisis have all the hallmarks of a classic New York band, with a sound that has evolved out of a riot of influences that takes in funk, soul and hip hop next to punk, pop, stoner rock and the best of their current crop of contemporaries.
Having just completed a run of shows at SXSW, Boy Crisis are heading our way with an exceptional selection of support tours with Friendly Fires, Chairlift and The Sunshine underground. What better way to rouse their British fans just in time to set the summer festivals alight? Be the first and enjoy their amazing live.
We Have Band
It’s been quite a year for the three members of We Have Band, having only played their debut gig a year ago, the wonderful trio are now regarded as one of the most exciting bands coming out of the capitol. Their rise started last summer when word of mouth took over and a string of much loved and talked about small gigs in London were noticed by a lucky few including NME, Dazed & Confused and XFM who all signed up early for more.
Now in spring 2009, Darren, Thomas and Dede have spent the winter playing their songs across Europe and America, including a heavily praised run of shows at the recent SXSW festival in Austin, Texas. Returning to compete and win this year’s Glastonbury Emerging Talent Competition, guaranteeing them an appearance on the main stage at this year’s festival and adding more reason to get excited about one of the UK’s finest unsigned bands.
Their live is so powerfully that if only half of the room have been dancing, by the end of it the whole room is converted to the raw, sleazy post punk funk they’ve just witnessed. Featuring lead vocals from Dede, ‘You Came Out’ shows the diversity of sound We Have Band are all about. Being able to mix up lead vocals and tempos without sacrificing their style or quality, it’s easy to hear why everyone loves their music; it makes you dance, which is something the band aim to do at every possible moment.
Django Django The triple distilled essence (and sensibility) of an artistic huddle of mischievous musicals, the deft purveyors of an acutely infectious amalgam of neo scoto-irish bop to the pop sentiment. Fruitily looping and catchily hooking our hungry ears with their finely crafted fly hooks; fly hooks finely tied and then melodically unknotted, by well feathered professionals. Songs which strike a fine aural tattoo on our eardrums with their (as of yet) small yet quite wonderful repertoire of cyclical compositions; rollicking along sing-a-longs, galloping into disco sunsets like whisky addled and leather saddled bandits on the stolen backs of prairie wild mustangs. Kidnapping our attention and taking us full belly circle with a throat and muse tingling splash of firewater, some of which spills onto the spent ash of an extinguished criminal campfire; a campfire from which a malted barley beat lyrically stirs in the spittooned soot, and is reborn and reverbed, rising phoenix-like with feathers flashing electrically along cable, to be emitted from a surrendering speaker in the delicious form of song.