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“I have something to say…I’m a little hoarse”
Oh dear, not again. Tonight was the final show of My Ruin’s latest tour in support of their new album Throat Full of Heart, so perhaps a little understandably, screamer Tarrie B’s vocal chords may be suffering a little. But the show went on, with a barely noticeable change in vocal quality from the Bradford show I attended in 2005.

It was a show both brutal and intimate as always. The band knew most of their tight-knit fanbase by name, which allowed them to showcase a lot of their newer songs without alienating the crowd. This serves as a benefit for long-time fringe admirers like myself, as every My Ruin show feels like the first – you experience the music with fresh ears and are blown away by the talent and dedication of this band. One could mistake guitarist Mick Murphy’s instrument for his beating heart as he plays every chord and arpeggio completely immersed in the music.
We were treated to a slightly obscure gem tonight – a rendition of Manhole’s Hypocrite – in celebration of the fact that original Manhole drummer Marcelo Palomino was back behind the kit on this tour, and neatly tying in the fact that 12 years later they can still put on a stellar performance.
Spitalfields’ Alternative Arts festival kicks off next week – and if their past events are anything to go for, we’re in for another jam-packed entertainment-and-enlightenment year!

Ease yourself into the season with the Great Spitalfields Pancake Race this Tuesday, starting at my old friend the Old Truman’s Brewery. If you like the whiff of that stink, why not try out the Wise Words spoken word series they have on next month in celebration of Women’s Week, April’s Alternative Fashion Week, a Jazz Festival, Horticultural Show, or East London Photography Festival. I challenge you not to find something of interest here!
(And what with the markets crashing all around us, it should be a lot cheaper for international readers to visit our misty shores)







Filed under: London, art, comment, culture
I forgot to take my “cultural musings” notebook to the Dali museum yesterday, and so resorted to scribbling down my thoughts on various scraps of paper as they came to me. Not one to supress a spontaneous stream of (re)writing into prose, here were my thoughts of the exhibition in real-time.
The museum also hosts a small Picasso exhibit on the lower floor, which is frankly underwhelming. It claims to display Picasso’s ecclectic styles, but after viewing a highly stimulating and thought-provoking pieces on the upper floor, Picasso’s textiles and ceramics come across as hollow. His collections in the Jardins Tullieries are far more interesting.
Before my evening Dali Museum appointment, I had some free time on my hands, and so wandered along a portion of the South Bank that I’d yet to discover. I found a book fair under Waterloo Bridge, breakdancers, mime artists, and a well-graffitied skatepark. The Kinks were right.
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