IT'S NUN TIME

When this band formed it must have sent tremors of earthquake proportions through the musical world. If there were a Richter scale for band conceptions (a kind of musical pregnancy test) then this one would have been off the charts. As we all shed a genuine tear over Stephen Gately into our crunchy nut cornflakes it is a comfort to know great music is still being pioneered and performed. I am of course talking about a band almost godlike in their brilliance, THE NUNS.


I am almost too jealous of their idea to write about it but then I have to remind myself that they are spreading a gospel and proselytizing to the uninitiated masses. They truly are missionaries. The Nuns are an all girl six piece who only play MONKS covers. Sacre-mental or what?!?!!


In case you don’t know, the Monks were a rebel, revolutionary, rock and roll band formed in 1964 by 5 American GI’s stationed in Germany. They cooked a voodoo stew of trailblazing tunes, the likes of which have not been heard since. Until now. This means London, that IT’S NUN TIME! Do yourself a favour and save your soul in the process and get to see Bongo Debbie and Granny Andrea O’ Saintly Bells put Maria Von Trap to shame. Playing at Ryans Bar in South London on November 7th and at the Bull & Gate in North London on December 4th.



It should be noted that whilse browsing for images of nuns I came accross a ridiculous amount of nun-porn. Because wimples really get guys going right?

Jumble Crock

Crocodiles vs. White Rabbits at table football? Rad

But the tables on the ceiling? Double rad.

The animals of farthing wood are cheering from the sidelines? Rad overload.




New Brixton trend shop ‘The Rest Is Noise’ is pretty much rad on toast. It’s a bit like those wine gum ‘Randoms’ adverts, but cool. I’ll cherry pie your antelope then Jamaica the leftovers. It’s like someone opened a charity shop in Brooklyn, collected all the hipsters rubbish for a few days then brought it to Brixton where it got mixed with grime and reggae and the dance floor from that Pulp video. It’s like your granny playing space invaders on acid.

On Thursday we caught scuzzy punk faces ‘Oh Children’, tasted mini burgers and swapped ducks for punch. We also overheard girls in the loos talking about ‘the crack shop’.