After what has seemed like an eternity of having heard the name Ken's Fried Chicken (mostly via seeing the thousands of flyers that would come through my nan's letterbox), I finally had the pleasure of dining there. And what better time to try it than after a Patrick Wolf gig? Acutally it's a rather strange time, but I was none-the-less amazed when I saw their slogan was "Finger licken goodness". The only other chicken-related story that could compete with that was when I went to a real KFC after a Tubelord gig. Someone had written "chicen" on one of those charity donation boxes. There was something about how it looked and sounded that was so ridiculous and entertaining. Anyway, enough about chic(k)en.
We got to Wedgewood Rooms and picked up our tickets. There were quite a few people there, quite a high percentage of teenage girls. Saw a film teacher from my college as well as who I thought and still think was Max from Hollyoaks. The guy who got ran over, sucker. A few wierdos and guys in drag, but it wouldn't be a Patrick Wolf gig without at least one guy in drag would it?
[Photo of Yacht by Mattatoio Culture Club]
The support came from American duo Yacht, who's music seemed to be coming from nowhere, as their performance was more like a dance show or something. They still did the vocals on the music, and their dancing was in time with all the little parts in their music, was pretty interesting. Midway through their set they asked if the audience had any questions, some girl asked if they liked bananas. They said yes, picked up a banana from a table on stage and gave it to her. Weird. Their music was pretty basic programmed electronic stuff, but the music was only part of their performance, emphasising their choreographed stage movements and vocals. If they were supporting at any other gig it wouldn't have gone down so well, but because it was Patrick, people were expecting something a bit different from the support.
At around 10.20 Patrick Wolf came out wearing a red zip-up outfit with boxes on his shoulders and his forehead painted red. He and his band played a handful of classics including "Bluebells", "Tristan" and "The Libertine" (my highlight of the evening), as well as about a third of the tracks from his new album The Bachelor. Tracks like "Oblivion" and "Battle" went down very popular with the audience, and during the latter he was standing on the barrier commanding people to dance, and at this moment a herd of blokes appeared from nowhere and were jumping like it was an Enemy gig. Also, throughout his set there was a man who was basically moshing to him playing his ukulele. He had a bowler hat on and a very long, wet moustache which continually whipped me in the face. After a while Patrick started to actually talk between songs, and then he wouldn't stop talking, asking girls in the front row who they liked the most in Eurovision and how he wanted to run for it next year.
He returned for an encore of "Vulture" and a re-worked version of "The Magic Position" which seemed to emphasise the guitar chords over the violin/keyboard riff wearing this green leafy outfit thing, I think it's supposed to be a vulture but looks more like a tree. His set ended at about 11.40 which is really late of Wedgewood Rooms, and we got the Ken's Fried Chicken that a wrote a whole paragraph about and went home. What a rubbish review. Blame it on swine flu.
MP3: Yacht - The Summer Song (Feat. Claire L. Evans)
BUY: Yacht - I Believe In You, Your Magic Is Real. CD
MP3: Patrick Wolf - Hard Times
BUY: Pre-order Patrick Wolf - The Bachelor CD