septembre 27, 2004
i'm happy, he's happy
Lovely Saturday night courtesy of the gracious and mellifluous Pablo Honey (pictured, right, sharing a joke). 
Named after Steve Meretzky’s RPG, Hoboken are a smart little faction of do-gooders. User-friendly and highly accessible. Jonathan Carr (pictured, left, wearing a Crimson Tape) leads a respectable League of Ordinary Gentlemen. Engaging Vic Reeves/Mike Patton style wooing, but the in-between banter betrays a disappointing lack of balls.
Client A and Client B have balls. They also have bosoms, pencil skirts and nice Coronation Street accents. I can confirm that they do have heads, handsome painted heads which lament "gnome you sick on the rare Dior". PH points out that the audience is largely made up of non-descript blokes in their early 30s, which I suppose befits an anti-image band.
Client A still isn't very manic but she does the job; I like being borne along on a bit of plain and simple electroplop. Not exactly LadyTron, but when she purrs "Thanks Edinburgh, you've been smashin'" there's not a dry seat in the house.