Spank and The BBG's gallery of pictures from their recent travels in Hong Kong and Macau is currently under construction. We apologise for the delay and any inconvenience this may cause.
(image from the Hong Kong lecky board's road works hoardings - he's performing a gesture of apology)
Cigarette machine at Cargo, Shoreditch.
(part of an ongoing series)
Tom McRae playing live at Cargo in Shoreditch. It bloody is, honestly. Back in 2000 or so, I saw him as a support act at two separate gigs in rapid succession, and I've been a fan ever since. It's good to see that he's now big enough to make small-scale shows like this one feel like something special. He's also developed a handy line in self-deprecating humour, launching into an impromptu encore of Teenage Kicks with the boast "I can even make this one sound depressing..."
Or, more exactly:
a) the auditorium of the ROH just before curtain up:
b) the Champagne Bar an hour or so before the opera started:
c) the Champagne Bar during the interval, once people had realised that getting pissed would be the only thing that would make this show palatable. (Director Robert Lepage shows the occasional glimpse of what he can do with the staging, but not enough to get over the atrocious music and lyrics.)
I don't think that was part of the original picture...
Late night at Euston station
(#3 in the ongoing Why I Need An Optical Zoom series)
Saul Williams live at the Scala, King's Cross. I've liked his stuff since his appearance in the movie Slam several years ago, but I hadn't realised he'd accumulated such a following. A packed audience yelling along to poetry: you don't get that every day. And he gets extra bonus points for
being one of the few performers in living memory who can do the two-turntables-and-a-microphone thing and not have all his words obscured by a bass-heavy mush.
The second and third pictures are fucked up, but I like the look of them.