Ah, The Holloways. If there is a band about who can be relied upon
for a good old cock-er-ney knees up with jingly jangly banjos and irish
But are they going to let this stop them? Shit no. The couple of hundred
(maybe) people here tonight are more than enough for the boys to put
everything into the set. Predictably the biggest cheers and dances go
to the songs we know from debut album "So This Is Great Britain",
particular highlights being Dancefloor, Re-invent Myself,
Culminating in a hugely enthusiastic romp through "Generator",
before we know it for some reason or another the fire alarms go off
and we are all told to leave the building. At first I think this is
a cunning ruse by the Junction to get us all out of the building what
with it just having gone past 11 o' clock (I am assuming there is a
The overwhelming thing about a Holloways gig is simply a sense of unashamed pure simple pop fun. No bad thing that. I can't be sitting around listening to Nine Inch Nails and Bauhaus and Opeth* all the time. After all, I have to have a night off sometimes.
(* I have never listened to Opeth, I have no idea who they even are)
Thanks to Mike @ Infected for arranging guest list. Ta.