Luke Haines, 3rd Nov
It's very lazy of me to make everyone get a taxi - amidst much complaining - to the Louisiana 
, but it is Friday and I'm not exactly full of energy after such a boring week at work...
Lisa Lindley Jones 
is playing when we arrive, a slip of a girl in slightly witchy clothing and a Uma Thurman in Pulp Fiction hairdo. She has a lovely singing voice, occasionally haunting and very emotional. The band play mainly acoustic sounds sans drums, with electric piano and the occasional bit of electric guitar. The music is close harmony scottish ballads with a hint of country melancholy and occasional haunting saw action. We also get to sit down, which is nice.
No introductions are needed Angel Tech 
, who seem to really enjoy themselves tonight, the sound is fantastic and there is a real air of excitement about the place. They invite an avid gig-goer called Big Jeff to stand Christlike on the stage at a crucial moment and he does so to great effect, although the 'Big' isn't just a name and he has trouble standing with the low ceiling. With bonus drumming extravagance proceed to play one of the best sets I've seen in recent times.
I don't really know very much about Luke Haines , was never into the Auteurs 
and am really only here because my housemate wanted to go. I'm slightly surprised to see it's just one man and his guitar, singing funny stories a la thousands of years of troubadour tradition. He is joined on occasion by a man who plays the saw (what is it about saws tonight?) extremely well. None of the actual music is particularly striking, but the wit and delivery of lyrics is more than enough to make it a very entertaining gig.
