The mighty Peanut Butter Lovesicle are approaching the end of their stint in London and this makes me a sad polar bear. In the space of about six weeks so far, they’ve turned a fairly diffident, indifferent audience, and a few discerning fans, into a great turnout at the Purple Turtle last night. Their tight, 3-piece Zep-esque brand of rock and roll never fails to get heads nodding and the girls gyrating. I’ll be sad to lose them.
They were running horribly late last night, and I was about to go for a wander in the drizzle but as I saw the band before setting up, I thought they’d be worth shooting at least. For their second gig apparently, Death by Sexy played a confident and competent, if plodding set and seemed to have decent support in the crowd including the almost obligatory mum and dad. The main guy seems to have landed himself a band it’d be nice to tour with at least.