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[sebastienne]

Take a band that Emma loves very much. Dress them in Venetian carnival finery, peacock-feather masks and red satin capes and tailcoats and glitter. Put them on stage to play a cracking set, pianist and vocalist especially on form, so much that Emma starts to fangirl individual members of the band in a way she never has before.

Have them finish the cracking set amidst much strobe-lighting and glam guitar-posturing and "Girl Anachronism" rhythms and "Aladdin Sane" piano.

See Emma. See Emma scream and scream and scream.

Then have half the band - the beautiful half, the oh-so-talented pianist and the swaggering lead singer - return for an encore.

Have that encore be the Leonard Cohen song, "Chelsea Hotel No.2".

See Emma. See Emma have no hyperbole left that does this justice.

Comments

[boykitten.livejournal.com]

o_O;

how did i miss that...?

[sebastienne.livejournal.com]

Because it's a a tiny local band (http://www.myspace.com/borderville) that nobody seems to love apart from me. But they really are that good!

[boykitten.livejournal.com]

aha, more sense now... i likes that one...

[steerpikelet.livejournal.com]

I'm still in love with Woody-who-does-the-noise. Love, love Borderville. How haven't they been signed yet?

[sashagoblin.livejournal.com]

you're right, they are SOOOOOOO GOOOOD. Wow. Do they ever play London?

[sebastienne.livejournal.com]

They're playing somewhere on Oxford Street on 24/07; they also often play a place called Water Rats, which is in London, but I don't know where.