To welcome myself truly back into the gigging scene Mike and I decided to go to a rather exclusive intimate gig. We settled on Babyshables of Pete Doherty fame at the 100 Club to answer that burning question, is there any substance behind the adoration or is he just the best advert for Heroin (substance, haha). I’ll be honest now and say that before I attended the gig I hadn’t heard one of their songs in their entirety, maybe flicking through 15seconds on a borrowed Ipod. All the better I thought, no preconceptions of their music to distract me.
The gig started 1hr late (no surprise there) and we were led downstairs. The venue looked like a disused church hall over run by art students. I was struck by the small stage, lack of barriers and consumption of alcohol at such an ungodly hour (This being a Matinee due to his bail terms, don’t you know). A few famous faces here and there showing there support, some guy from Razorlight and some comedian so i’m told.
Pete swaggers on stage, barging past the audience and starts. It’s not good. In fact, it’s dreadful, he sounds like someone is strangling him. Thankfully this doesn’t continue, as the band warm up, the vocals improve and the vibe is good. I learn the title to one song (fuck forever) and am thoroughly enjoying it.
There’s just something about the underdog the English love so much. His fragility onstage and instability make him so mesmerising to watch. You almost don’t want to take your eyes off him in case he implodes into a million pretty stars and disappears forever. His genius will never last, so engross yourself in it while you can.
The adoration Pete seems to be held with is well deserved. This boy, apparently having achieved, 11As at GCSE and 4As at A Level has managed to become a junkie, made a bit of money through The Libertines and shagged one of the most attractive girls in the world.
Pictures taken by the great londoncallingtothefarawaytowns blog.