The Carnations... Mancunian rapscallions light up London!

Alert, nepotism imminent.

So I went to see my friend's band at the Cross Kings last week and, in addition to finally finding out what these are called by asking a bemused and slightly terrified London lady, I saw the carnations blow a room of capital trendies away!

Unfortunately I'm at a loss to give a professional and comprehensive review as I lost myself in a beer / live music / girls reverie about half way through and the night is now a euphoric smear across my cerebral cortex. Coming from a man who remembers nothing of watching blur headline Glastonbury this year this should in no way be held to the bands detriment.

Dripping with intent the band thrived on the triumphal atmosphere of the crowd, playing such fan-favorites as 'the one with the ravey piano intro', 'the nationalist one' and 'the new one' and of course 'Marie', sweet Marie which echoed around my brain later that week when the beer and girls had long since faded into the past.

I know it's a total cop to talk up a friends band but hey, I have no readership so what's the harm. If you find your curiosity piqued go here.