Colwyn Bay band (formed late05), feat; Matt Warrilow (ex Deus Ex Incendia), Damir Bojanic (now of Klaus Kinski), Hector Outeiral (drms) (now L’Homme de Papier), and Chris McDonald. Rel a download album ‘Live in Bar Blu, Rhyl’ (31.7.06). Band stuttered when 3 of them moved to Manchester late06. Chris and Matt formed Cahiers de Cinema (Feb07), and they officially announced their split 14.2.08 (website)
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Jacobi‘s (pic above) Dominic says, ‘This was unknowingly our last show before three of us moved to Manchester. Shit load of technical difficulties made it an utter disaster but worth it to see Foals before they got big, when they were essentially a young Talking Heads indulging on meth butties. Possibly the best performance of anything I’ve ever seen before, but also depressing to watch as it just made us feel inferior. Not exactly a high note to burn out on, but oh well.’
Think this was the first Party in The Park (the second and last being the following year).
Dominic Tanner of Jacobi remembers, ‘We headlined the tiny tent that was next to the main stage/truck thing and apparently all you could hear over the headliner’s twee karaoke folk pop covers was sheer white noise coming from our direction. Chris managed to smash a guitar on grass; impressive.’
Bands played Carpet, Lantern, Junebug, Jacobi, Entity, Skunkfish, Deus Ex Incendia, Bastard Map
Dominic Tanner of Jacobi (pic above) says, ‘This was originally GET OFF THE INTERNET festival, with 80′s Matchbox, Frank Turner, Lightspeed Champion, ThisGirl etc but the fact it was in Wales basically cemented it’s own death. so we cancelled it, gave it to Gary Skunkfish to sort out and just kept it as a load of local bands. Great bastard fun.’
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THIS GIG WAS ABANDONED as Dominic from Jacobi explains…
‘We hadn’t even sound checked, Hector was setting up his drums, owner tells us to turn it the fuck down cos they were getting complaints from the hotels. I hadn’t even turned my amp on and he pulls the plug from behind the bar. The delightful man behind the bar proposed; “You can either turn it down or just fuck off” – so we all just went and got sloshed.’
