This will in no way alleviate the suggestions that Analogue writers do nothing all day but tug their chains to Pitchfork (now made easier with the porn-like indulgences the TV stations allows us), but OMGZ, have you read El Guincho’s ‘Guestlist‘ feature? Observe:

“I played in a place called CrawDaddy yesterday in the Antics, a night run by a super nice guy called Dave in Dublin. There was a super-good energy in the place, you could tell the kids were there just to get really into whatever sort of music just because it was played live, and the crowd went nuts at the end of the show. I think we all had a really good time. And then we went into this house party at 3 a.m.”

Not quite as big a scoop as the mention of our Radiohead article, but isn’t a bit obscure that hip Americans (they do exist, you know) will henceforth think that next time they’re in Dublin this “The Antics” place is brimming with uber-cool El Guincho loving types and they must pop along to see how the Dublin scene rolls? But then, for all it’s tired Kings Of Leon fests and NME overindulgences, I suppose Antics is as close to an all-inclusive indie night as we have to offer. One room for the Topshop/man fiends, one for the electro-inclined, and the smoking area for the rest. And of course, the odd coup like El Guincho to remind the disillusioned why everybody else in their entire stratosphere end up going back to Crawdaddy every Wednesday night.

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