Magic Ship at the Club'ouse

Went to Twickenham last night to see Magic Ship play a pub gig at the Clubhouse.

They sounded great. Their two sets included a mix of material from the first album Love Tel Motel, and the second as yet untitled album, which is in-the-making. Set two was particularly strong and dynamic, and gathered a great momentum by its culmination which saw Colin taking a dramatic leap from his amplifier to end the final toilet flush of the evening and tearing a bloody great hole in the ceiling of the venue in the process. Rock and fucking roll!

Colin and Sam were in top classic-rock form, pulling plenty of familiar rock poses and actions - foot on monitor, Townshend-style windmill guitar-playing - and just generally indulging in guitar hero emulations. And I was touched by Colin dedicating a version of my favourite Magic Ship song, Black Holes Don't Everything, to me. I was also pleased to meet Colin's good friend, fellow mature musician and serial blogger Istvanski, who is clearly one of the good guys.

The night ended in Colin's living room, with Colin and me in a fair stupor, playing his acoustic, and his old song demos. My kind of end to a great evening.