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Meat Wave
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Meat Wave

We were actively going around last night to anyone who would care to listen saying we were trying to get a hangover for today. And by shit have we ever got one. We spent a pleasant day complete with intermittent cloud breaks and sporadic rays of sunsheeeeeeiiiiine beaming through to planet Highgate debating the various pros and cons of organised religion as well as attempting to discover a cool way to eat French onion soup with the ladyfriend. Turns out such a way does not exist. We persevered. We persevered all the fucking way to Shacklewell Arms to play a god-awful amount of catalogue funk music and a lot of contrasting-in-respect-of-the-line-up hip hop music (which featured the n-word a lot) from our iPhone alongside our own personal Dude Ministry that is Sam Faulkner. We then traversed the north circular with Sam (somehow Tom Lovett was there as well. He always is, in a way, isn’t he?) all the way to Carly’s warehouse of weirdness, where we proceeded to be hungover. And here we are. The reason we wanted to be this way is to prevent us from gallavanting further, as we have hella-work to do on this super-dreary sunday afternoon. The curtains are drawn. Just Eat has been activated. We are locked in. First thing to get out of the way is chatting about Meat Wave. We have seen much chatter from certain members of the CMJ contingent over the last three days or so, and as is customary with such a delightful name we took it upon ourselves to investigate further. And by that, we googled the fuckers. We did a little google on em. Guitars. Scuzz. Shouty vocals. This is saving our soul today. Meat Wave are a three piece from Chicago, which based upon description alone means we just have to like them because that’s where Alkaline Trio are from (guess how many people roll in that band). In differenciation to our teenagehood heroes, we’re dealing with a punk rock ethos that appears equally as drunkenly poetic in lyricism, but in a much less self-depricating fashion. Think of the live energy of Dillinger Four or Greys (if you can, we mean; we have actually seen neither live before, although that’s set to change this week coming up in regards to the latter) captured in a garage-punk delivery not worlds removed from that of Japandroids or Paws. We’re fully willing and able to get behind this.

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We agree with this as well.

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