So I mused over this a while back and lately I’m still feeling rather blah about the whole taking photos of bands thing I do. Last night Sean and I checked out Sandwich Club’s first ever mini festival held at The Loft.

It was really organised, the boys got a good turn out and people seemed to be having a great time. I enjoyed the bands we saw, had my camera at the ready but was not in the least bit interested in taking their photos. Sean took some instead.
Cuthbert and the Nightwalkers are a great Sydney act who I’ve now seen twice and surprisingly I could sing a long to a lot of their songs even though I’d only seen them once before. They managed to fit their cast of thousands onto the teeny stage and the girls in the choir could still do their little moves with no trouble. They are like The Spice Girls on speed. If you look closely, there is actually a Posh, a Baby, a Sporty, a Ginger and a Scary- although she’s not that scary, its just the hair. I really like this band. Check em out some time.
All the usual suspects were there, it was very mellow and there were plenty of Sandwich Clubesque details. Chucky and Stuey had obviously been hard at work setting up the paper lanterns and fairy lights earlier in the day.

Jack Ladder didn’t offend me as he usually does* and Dead Letter Chorus performed well, but I will admit I preferred all the songs where the lead girlie was on vocals. She is the something special in that band.

Cloud Control are fabulous and like them more every time I see them. Its indie music sydney style to the core, guitars, skinny jeans and some great harmonies making you bounce along more to each track.

The IttyBitty Festival was smooth and relaxed and a great new installment in the S Club repertoire. Great job, boys!
* I guess I owe explanation in my dislike of Ladder. I have seen this guy at least 4 or 5 times now and on every occasion except the last, he has disappointed me. In the past he has been a trainwreck to watch perform. Its disappointing because I do think he has talent. He has a deep, moaning rocket of a voice and writes lyrics that actually mean something, yet he lets his performance down with his pleading with the audience to like him and his weird self deprecation that just aint pretty. He may have felt more at home with the crowd last night so we didn’t see much of the usual Ladder hijinks, so I left feeling happier with this one. Don’t hate me Chucky.