I hate Tuesdays. Four sluggish hours of back-to-back meetings swallow up my lunch hour entirely and leave me zombiesque by five. Thankfully, this Tuesday I had something nice to look forward to: post-work food, drinks & live music. Meeting friends straight after work is such a treat. Especially when I'm spectacularly overdressed in red heels and an Alice in Wonderland dress.
After a very expensive but oh-so-worth-it bottle of tart Cantillon Kriek cherry beer in North Bar (thank you and sorry, P+S!) and a mean Bloody Mary and plate of pumpkin and potato gnocchi in The Reliance, we headed off into the glossy, rainy night.
Our destination was The Brudenell Social Club, a tiny, DIY music venue on the outskirts of Hyde Park. l have a huge soft spot for its run-down, shabby glamour - mirrored, fairy-lit pillars divide the room, and there are faded fabric flowers in the bathroom. The on stage, painted backdrop is a shooting star trailed by streams of multicoloured glitter; above it, in lovingly painted hand, it reads Welcome to the Brudenell Social Club. It's nice, and I always feel safe and cosy there.
We were there on Tuesday to see Blue Roses - the project of Shipley singer-songwriter, Laura Groves. On her MySpace, it says that she likes to 'make choirs of her voice'. And she did this beautifully, with lots of lush harmonies and otherworldly echoes, whilst also playing either the piano or the guitar... a very, very talented girl (she's only 21). I was captivated. It also helped that she'd drafted in a violinist to twang double-time at my heart strings. Her melodramatic arrangements made me think of Kate Bush and Bat For Lashes: high-pitched and ethereal and a bit spooky. Definitely my thing. Blue Roses get the double thumbs-up from me. I've listened to the album a lot since, and have singled out Does Anyone Love Me Now, Moments Before Sleep, and Rebecca as particular favourites.
After a very expensive but oh-so-worth-it bottle of tart Cantillon Kriek cherry beer in North Bar (thank you and sorry, P+S!) and a mean Bloody Mary and plate of pumpkin and potato gnocchi in The Reliance, we headed off into the glossy, rainy night.
Our destination was The Brudenell Social Club, a tiny, DIY music venue on the outskirts of Hyde Park. l have a huge soft spot for its run-down, shabby glamour - mirrored, fairy-lit pillars divide the room, and there are faded fabric flowers in the bathroom. The on stage, painted backdrop is a shooting star trailed by streams of multicoloured glitter; above it, in lovingly painted hand, it reads Welcome to the Brudenell Social Club. It's nice, and I always feel safe and cosy there.
We were there on Tuesday to see Blue Roses - the project of Shipley singer-songwriter, Laura Groves. On her MySpace, it says that she likes to 'make choirs of her voice'. And she did this beautifully, with lots of lush harmonies and otherworldly echoes, whilst also playing either the piano or the guitar... a very, very talented girl (she's only 21). I was captivated. It also helped that she'd drafted in a violinist to twang double-time at my heart strings. Her melodramatic arrangements made me think of Kate Bush and Bat For Lashes: high-pitched and ethereal and a bit spooky. Definitely my thing. Blue Roses get the double thumbs-up from me. I've listened to the album a lot since, and have singled out Does Anyone Love Me Now, Moments Before Sleep, and Rebecca as particular favourites.
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