I've been listening to James Brown all day and you can't stop me

So it seems that by the time the new issue of CapitalMag was uploaded, my article was deemed too old to put up? My lil' review of Hot Fuzz can be found, at least, but I won't deny that's a little annoying. So for the hell of it, I've copied and pasted the article (final edit) at the end of this post. I've been told that in the future they will upload these kinds of event articles within a week of the event, instead of holding on until the next full issue, and that they hope I'll do more articles for them as this one was really well written - so I'm not giving up on them yet. Besides, I still appreciate the added impetus to get out in the world by wanting to write about it.

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ShortWave’s Brick Lane Broadcast

By Oliver Brackenbury

On the 11^th of this month a south of the river film collective, Shortwave, held what has been a bi-monthly exhibition of short films and bands from the London scene. The venue was 93 Feet East, one of several examples of gentrified bohemia to be found in Shoreditch along Brick Lane. The selection of short films, music videos and one documentary was admirable if only for its egalitarian approach to selection

Top fare included Spool Films' Blind Mans Alley, which brought a macabre element to the evening by revealing only enough details to make the audience desperately curious about a dehumanizing game of automotive Russian roulette. Rosie Escott’s You Are Here had a touch of glamour with a soundtrack provided by Ninjatunes own Fourtet. At the high end of the budgetary spectrum, this London IndieMedia offering tackled the revisionist approach we so often take to our memories of past relationships with a mixture of live action and animation. Other shorts showed comedy, art house impressionism and CGI wizardry.

The only real irritation of the evening came from a series of technical problems which delayed the film viewings by 45 minutes, rendered the sound on some shorts disjointed at moments and led to a very unfortunate failure to completely play North Of Ping-Pong’s excellent video for their new single, “What Goes Up”. Luckily the group performed live later in the evening and I was able to hear it in its entirety! It’s very tempting to compare N.O.P.P. to The Streets for their sense of humour, storytelling and subject matter, but these lads seem to be aware of that inevitable comparison and are making a strong effort to stand out on their own merits. Of the musical portion of the evening, they certainly left a more memorable impression in my mind than Imbeciles & The Poison Umbrella, Unit or Crack Village.

Despite the technical mishaps I shall be coming to the next Shortwave evening on April 8^th and I’d recommend you do the same. Several hours of entertainment, an insight into those who may be the big names of tomorrow and the rare treat of not knowing just what you’re going to get: not bad for a pound at the door.