Blog: SoundsXP

It's a cold night in south London but things look a lot hotter north of the river as the Windmill's telly relays the Arsenal v Spurs 4-4 thriller. I manage to tear myself away from the footy to catch snippets of Dave House , a man who's normally a cog in a larger machine, but is here tonight, alone and relatively unplugged. This House music is relatively subdued and inoffensive, but I couldn't help but feel that maybe the songs lacked what they'd been written for; a full band. Local lads, The Postcards , [...]