Funeral For A Friend

There is something about my deep dark sense of humour that is tickled by the thought that I'm seeing FFAF play on a huge stage on a bright and sunny afternoon. If it was ever inappropriate for a band, it is for this lot. Everything about them screams night-time in small, sweaty places, tiny arenas with condensation dripping from the low ceilings.

You can almost sense that the band themselves don't believe it. Technical problems seem to bedevil their set, but however hard they try, however partisan the crowd is, you can't feel the same way about "She Drove Me To Daytime Television" or "Juneau" at this time of day. Some bands just can't escape the dark side.