Girlinky Log - Popdate 17.01.03 Scene: A cold still night at The Verge, Kentish Town. Enter stage right, Girlinky brandishing their instruments with portentous grins. Onlooker1: What's all this then? Girlinky set about the audience with repeated stabs of nerve-tickling noise-pop. Onlooker1: Hmm, catchy yet gripping. I think I like it. Onlooker2: Yes, I find their particular brand of infectious tunes and riotous antics a giddy cocktail. I want more! Onlooker1: Who could resist such a jubilant commotion? Only the coldest of hearts could remain untouched! Sceptic: But surely, music is about being aloof, self-important and inflicting disdainful mediocrity onto all those present? Everyone: No way! All hail Girlinky! We want the tsunami! Girlinky punch the air in ramshackle synchrony before retiring to their secret offshore volcano base to make final adjustments to their gigantic wave-making machine... [ Read what PennyBlack had to say about the night. ] |
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