I was there. Or was I? NiluccioLive proves its infallibility
First impressions are notoriously unreliable, but they're what we - foolishly - rely on for almost every judgement we make. At least that's pretty much always been the way with how I've made up my mind about music: liking or disliking something almost instantaneously. What an idiot, eh? (Yeah, I am.) Anyway, though the jumping-in-with-both-feet habit can be good in some ways (eg I often like a new band/song straight away) it's obviously not a very sensible habit if you want to actually make good decisions. Whatever. Last week I listened back to a 35-minute recording I'd done at the Good Flying Birds gig at Delicious Clam in Sheffield on 28 June. Blow me down, it sounded much better than I'd expected. On the night, GFB hadn't really done it for me. They were OK - decent, lively indie-rock, but somehow missing something. Nope. On playback they really worked, especially the main singer's nasally camp-drawl vocals, the springy bass and an overall infectious...
