Friday, January 18, 2008

Right up my street, it takes the biscuit etc.

Given that two of my chief passions in life are bourbon cream biscuits and the Manic Street Preachers, it's tantalising to think that this band play down the road from Flat C every Thursday night.

It's just a shame they're "Live Rockin' Blues & New Orleans" really (complete with Needless Capitalisations and all). What the hell do they mean by 'New Orleans' anyway? You can't just put the name of a city in the hope it aptly describes a band's sound. I could understand with certain place names - like Manchester (the pitter-patter of rain on glass), the Pennines (swirling and echoing gusts of wind) and London (annoying people cackling into mobile phones) - but New Orleans means nothing to me.