Martedì 14 Nov 2006, 19:11

As the title suggests, i have just returned from Art Brut. Support bands were really really bad.

The first, who i can't remember the name of can be summed up in one word. Shit. Much like the weather in their opinion.

The second were called pink grease. They were just wrong in more ways than one. That is all.

Now then, Art Brut, they formed a band first then played, bang! bang! rock and roll.

Eddie Argos is funny as fuck in person i might add, changing lyrics and adding verses to nearly every song.

He will sip ice tea, with Jay Z. Drink Rose with Axl Rose. And we shouldn't think about our ex girl/boy friends because its bad news and if Jay Z was here today he would say, Eddie, you have 99 problems, but a bitch aint one. And i would say, i don't like your language, but i get your point.

Genius. Throwing in lyrics here and there too - Its the end of the world as we know it, so where you from you sexy thing, there is a light that never goes out, to name but a few songs name dropped and sung/spoken by Eddie.

If you even remotely like Art Brut you need to see them live. And to the guy in the FR shirt, who was at FR on thursday, you need to chill out, stop pushing people, its Art Brut not fucking Machine Head and don't kick me in the head.

Overall a great night, and Mat witnessed it all to, and will no doubt write a scathing journal.