Friday

Dinner, and then the madness begins! I have no plan, just a bag full of cameras and a desire to see mad shit on stage!

Four bands in and four new faves. No idea who they are tho. Magic!

Med bar is mad Japanese central tonight!

At Supersonic, watching a man from Osaka set up his GameBoy for the next set.

Saturday

Cath & Phill Tyler. Beautiful.

Supersonic lets you see if local bands can carry a large stage. Courtesy Group carry it magnificently.

Efterklang at Supersonic were as sweet as ever. Now to get scared by Oxbow. Loving the contrasts!

Oxbow. Fucking Hell. I can die happy now. Dunno how rest of weekend will top that.

Fuck Buttons justify their name. Dirty and playful. Wooden Shjips are meaty.

Battles, genius as you’d expect. Harvey Milk are awesome, heavy and slow.

Sunday

Ordered a He Man’s Grill at the Big Bulls Head prior to Supersonic. Much needed sustinence for this knackered soul.

He Man Grill refuses to settle and the doom sludge metal of Orthodox isn’t helping. Blurgh.

Brian Duffy has a big brain. I really hope his talk was recorded. Fantastic stuff.

It has to be said. All facilities at Supersonic are great except the beer provision. Run out of draft. £3 a bottle. FAIL.

Special mention for Yukio Fujimoto who made beautiful music with three pocket calculators, so quiet the audience had to crowd on stage.

Fucked Up were indeed fantasticly.

Supersonic is ending on a low rumble. My ears are throbbing and I think I might be dead. Fantastic weekend!

I took 1167 TTV photos over Supersonic. That’s a lot. And now I have to process them. Erk.