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a woman singing from a sealed coffin. i mean what more could you ask for?
so, who's coming then?
tonight we drink. :D
Sounds hilarious, busy unfortunately.
"This will be intended as a frustrated viewing experience for the audience"
the gallery will probably collapse.
Don't think it's a woman...
if so, he the ugliest damn woman i ever saw.
in a sealed coffin who hasn't been put there by Count Grishnak. oooooooo
Does one need tickets for this?
at least, i hope not.
but then, the gallery is tiny so you'll probably have to get there MAAAAAD early to get in.
it's going to be pandemonium i reckon. :/
at least i live 2 tube stops away.
...might risk it then. Only work a few tube stops away.
everyone getting there then?
and can i REALLY be bothered? being that i have to lug a bag of records back across town to kilburn afterwards?
how was this?
Would have loved to have gone but I suspected it might have been feckin murder to go through for a variety of reasons. I was tired.
technically we did get in
but realised we'd probably hear a grand total of fuck all... and fucked off.
how's that then?
How could you not get in? The point was to frustrate the crowd. It did what it set out to do. Free beer though. Getting in at first was just that sort of garage type space with shit loads of people just wondering what to do and you had to barge through to get to the beer. I think they were meant to open up the sculpture room thing after Sunn finished.
and it was next to the train line, so determining what was Sunn and what was the silverlink was a bit difficult.
the general confusion in the foyer-majiggy was heartily amusing, as well as the general picking up of spirits once they started feeding beer (almost as a pacifier). warmed the cockles.
...was a life saver. I quite enjoyed listening to Sunn O))) through the walls, and watching the odd mix of art students, music fans and bemused locals after the free beer nearly interacting. After they finished their unwatched perfromance, a room was opened up upstairs, with a life size replication of their backline and instruments in a weird white plastic. Hm.
...think you're right.