A skulk of foxes

Juicelog Fri 080906: An indiscriminate ramble from Farringdon station took us to Betsy Wood tonight. To the unseasoned Londoner, Betsy Wood might sound like the name of a drug rehab centre but it is quite simply an average sized laid back pub situated on Farringdon Road. With only one cubicle in the gents this eventually produced an outrageous queue. The situation soon remedied itself with people utilising the universal tried and tested Beyond formula of four people sharing one cubicle. Being non-Farringdonites we weren’t very familiar with the local customs and overstretched ourselves by squeezing five people into the ladies toilet:

Toilets aside, our main objective for the evening was to ensure that we oozing in love, cheering loudly and swaying along to the bouncy indie sounds of The Foxes. Tonight’s gig was one of many performances that they were giving as part of their nationwide UK tour. In the intimate basement the band gave a satisfactory performance. Musically they had a retro sound going on with some interesting lyrics (par example, my dog had anal cancer) but lacked stage presence. This was mainly due to Kayla (the lead vocalist) drumming at the back of the stage. If they were looking to get signed up, then most A&R people would recommend her coming to the front and getting someone else to do the drumming. If they’re not looking to get signed, then I would like to audition for the role of tambourine player.

The Foxes in action:

Alex A enjoying the band: