It was down to Shepherds Bush on Tuesday to see the Charlatans. Now, this is obviously a band that peaked in the mid-90s, but that's absolutely fine - they're still fucking good live. They played some new songs, and nobody really cared, but then they played 'North Country Boy', 'One To Another' and 'Sproston Green', and they ripped the roof off the place. Tim Burgess has particularly curious hair, and he can still look a little bit like a slightly fatter Ian Brown from certain angles, but the boy can sing, and he's written some damn good tunes.
Essentially, going to see the Charlatans is a bit like going home to your mum's on the weekend - it's comfortable, it's predictable, and the Sunday roast fucking rocks. I'm not sure if that simile really works, but I like it. Oh, and this time Ben didn't have anything stolen, which if anything just serves to strengthen the simile.
