Masters in France and new film Powder

Slow and steady wins the race.

Friday night – the Garage, Islington for the uncategorizable Masters in France from Wales. With all the right ingredients – it is difficult to put this five piece into a specific box.. having seen a few perfectly packaged bands recently who are adamant of what genre they fit in to – maybe it’s about time a new sound was found. I’m not saying Masters in France have found it – but they seem to be definitely avoiding the danger of being boxed in. This is a band whilst not quite there yet – will be interesting to watch evolve. They have the looks, they have the talent and they have the girls hanging out by the side of the stage. They’ve definitely got something… after witnessing the carefully sculpted ‘Other Lives’ on Wednesday I’m really interested in the direction Masters in France might take. Raw and energetic. Things can only grow bigger for this band as long as they keep their eye on the end goal…

http://www.myspace.com/mastersinfrance

FILM RECOMMENDATION: This Thursday is the Q+A for the film Powder – an adaptation of the book by Kevin Sampson at Clapham Picture House. With some varied responses to the film – I am looking forward to seeing it myself. Apparently the soundtrack is amazing and James Walsh (Starsailor) will be doing an acoustic set. Sounds pretty special!

PREVIEW:

Memory lane.
The content idea of this film has invoked some memories of my own. Reading Festival maybe five years ago now.. Arctic Monkeys were at their height and I had won some weekend press passes in a competition. Hanging out in the press area me and my friends had decided to try and get backstage. After a bit of brotherly chatting to the security men from our male mate we found ourselves through to the backstage area. Usually a no go area for non artists – or non artist related people. A security man had left his bright red security jacket hanging on the railing. So my male friend put it on and us girls pretended we were the girlfriends of the band. And up the side of the stage we went. And there we stood taking in what it might feel like to be Alex Turner for all of ten minutes. In this time my friend was so drunk she’d disappeared behind a curtain with some boy she was snogging at the time where she stayed for the whole of the Arctic Monkeys set (idiot) whilst me and the ‘pretend’ security guard were caught and had our passes cut off. I remember the ‘real’ security guard saying ‘I suppose you think that was funny do you’ And oh. But it was. It really was. And that’s what I enjoy about music. It really is at the end of the day all about the personal journey.

More details: http://www.picturehouses.co.uk/cinema/Clapham_Picturehouse/film/Powder_2011/

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Rebecca writes from her room in London
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