Daisy Jean Russell
How the bloody fuck is it half past ruddy five? Oh. That’s right. Certain people have buggered off to certain Stockholms. Apparently Minsk wasn’t a jolly after all and did count as work despite that all we saw of it was a video clip of certain people getting certainly smashed on certain cheap-ass booze. Certainty overload up in here, yo. What have we been up to? Bloody all sorts. Today consisted of Harry Lloyd-Jones cancelling yet another meeting despite having asked for one on not fewer than two consequent occasions (we’ve fucked you with this blog before matey, and until morale improves the fucking will continue), which indirectly/thankfully meant that we could catch up on the serious amount of shit that we’d said we’d do by now but clearly haven’t. We saw our buddy Hamish for another episode in what has become a series of Nando’s meet ups (during which we determined that if you don’t go for the chicken pitta over the burger, then you are indeed mental). Annnnnnnnnd we sorted our lives out in terms of taking a trip up to Leeds this Saturday. We have somehow agreed to drive and/or share a hotel room with Jeremy Lloyd. There will be blood. Anyway, fuck all that boring shit. Let’s listen to Daisy Jean Russell instead, who has not only managed to evade our Eye Of Morder style musical-scouty-detection thingy for, like, a while (and in the meantime has been propped up by far-more legit blogs than ours, of course) but also befriended the majority of the Brighton musical community. Way to go, Daisy. The last couple of weeks – the ones which we haven’t got out much, mainly owing to the subject matter of our bitching above – have seen Daisy play at least one show in London, funnily enough on the same billing as Ed Harcourt‘s ladyfriend’s band-thingy Lock at our chums’ No Quarter. Which, if we’re erring towards the more insecure realms of our being (hey, you know us) means that quite a few people who aren’t us have presumably had the pleasure of seeing this gal and her band of merry men and/or women live. Which makes us a bit jealous, really. Who can blame us? Shit is good. We imagine a celestial battle alluding to the fantasy that right-minded people tend to have, which largely consists of Daughter clashing with Dan Croll. For further references, we shall also chuck in Obsessions-era Marina & The Diamonds, as well as Laura Marling‘s more-quirky and less-weird-accented-given-her-background moments. Schwing.
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