When I went into the Welsh club last night I was in rather high spirits, I had a good horoscope that day and I had made friends with a cat as well as getting a kinder egg toy I had never seen before. It seemed in many ways that my life could not possibly get any better, that Tuesday the 2nd of September was the most wonderful day of my life and everything was going my way....or so I thought.

This wonderful high was quickly dispersed five minutes later as I handed over my whole four well earned British pounds for the ethanol tinged grape juice they like to call "wine". Therefore this whole review is marred and tainted due to the awful liquid I put in my mouth that night, and how much water I had to drink to get rid of the taste of painful death. The wine was served in a plastic beaker so not only was I ripped off and my tastebuds destroyed for life, I was patronized too. 

This wine incident put me into a foul mood whist watching the Bristol three piece The Jelas, I kept having to drink it out of principle and the grimaces and groans that followed were scaring the people around me. This dark mood may have given me a over critical opinion of this band but they my immediate thoughts were that maybe they were taking the piss a little bit...

They seemed like some kind of pretentious parody of an arty indie band as if they had decided to make a mocumentory about an art student band complete with all the cliches, and they were the result. Yes the bass player was incredibly talented, and the drummer did all these complicated time signature fiddly things but they chose to sing out of tune and play songs which were incoherent and made little to no sense in terms of structure. It was like they were being difficult for the sake of it and it seemed they would be a far more interesting and at least list-enable band if they decided to play in a more liner fashion if only for a bit. There aim was to make sure people didn't get it, so it felt like they were fighting for a confused or bemused reaction rather then any kind of real appreciation for what they were trying to achieve. Plus singing out of tune and with a lack of melody just makes me angry, which was at least 50% fueled by the wine of pain and 20%  by jealousy of the bass player who was far superior to me, she was like the premier league to my church football team who meet up once a month for prayers and penalties. Oh yer, and she was only mucking about. DAMM HER. 

Anyway then came the Yacht and all thoughts of setting fire to the bar staff for their unsuperior wine quickly left my head as I once again was consumed with jealously.  This lady and man from Portland combined visuals from a projector with enthused dance moves and a backing track with thudding bass and rapture esque guitars. They had charisma spilling out of every pore. I was jealous of their natural rhythm, ease on stage and eloquent use of the functions on their macs to make people laugh. The lyrics weren't exactly Dostoevsky, and the songs did follow a basic formula of bleeps and bass and I would be hard pinned to remember exactly how they went, but it was nice to see a band without instruments whose main aim was to rub their infectious joy off on everyone else in their presence. They seemed like the kind of people who are never uncomfortable in their own skin and if they moved to London they would probably be hanging around with Alexa Chung and Peaches Geldof within five minutes. Plus although their show was clearly co ordinated in terms of set moves and "surprise" skype conversations it felt like the moves were fresh and off the cuff, and their vocal harmonies worked to maximum effect to show off there lovely velvety tones. Also there was lots to look at which was nice.  Overall they made me feel like dancing on a tuesday which is a rare and not often seen thing. They even made me forget about the wine and I put it down with slight anger and bought a whisky and coke instead. That will show you Welsh Club.

The End

Ellen