Saturday 3rd October @ the Cube, Bristol
Paul dragged me out of my sick bed to see his old friend Azalia Snail on Saturday night, I was still harbouring a ‘behind the eyes’ burn and snot filled head, but I was up for it having battled the worse outa my system…
Annette Berlin
T.S. Brooks
She was supported by some jangly, guitar girl harmonics from Houdie & the Sea, gutzy vibes by Annette Berlin of Big Joan fame, plus some acoustic magic from TS Brooks - all very entertaining, but it was Azalia Snail who stole the show for me.
Azalia Snail
Coming across like a psyched Sandie Shaw, vocals drenched in reverbed dissolvings and delayed dé jà vu. No idea what the lyrics were and it didn’t matter as I was loving the hypno-sheen and sunny tempos she was generating. Working up a dizzy sustain from her auto-harp, throwing across this a delicious fingered harpsichord lace full of swooping pigeons... shimmering joy songs that banish marble skies.
Paul dragged me out of my sick bed to see his old friend Azalia Snail on Saturday night, I was still harbouring a ‘behind the eyes’ burn and snot filled head, but I was up for it having battled the worse outa my system…
Annette Berlin
T.S. Brooks
She was supported by some jangly, guitar girl harmonics from Houdie & the Sea, gutzy vibes by Annette Berlin of Big Joan fame, plus some acoustic magic from TS Brooks - all very entertaining, but it was Azalia Snail who stole the show for me.
Azalia Snail
Coming across like a psyched Sandie Shaw, vocals drenched in reverbed dissolvings and delayed dé jà vu. No idea what the lyrics were and it didn’t matter as I was loving the hypno-sheen and sunny tempos she was generating. Working up a dizzy sustain from her auto-harp, throwing across this a delicious fingered harpsichord lace full of swooping pigeons... shimmering joy songs that banish marble skies.
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