Superfood, Live

I woke up on Wednesday with black and blue shins, a voice not to dissimilar to Stevie from Malcolm In The Middle and covered in sweat from strangers in tent sized vintage shirts. I had the night of my life watching Superfood and Honeyblood at their Camden date on the NME New Breed tour. Watching the Birmingham band for the fourth time in my life that night was a blinding idea by me as after their debut 'Don't Say That' has invaded my eardrums for the last week I needed to know how good their new songs sounded live.

The evening began with probably the coolest band that you've never heard of, Bad Sounds' uncommon mix of electro and indie was almost as cool as what they were wearing. Watching them live was like running into vintage shop Rokit down the road and having an epileptic fit, lead singer donned pin stripe dungarees and looked normal next to his bassist. The music was pretty cool swell, reminiscent of early MGMT and following in the footsteps of new dance bands like Milky Chance. The inundation of cool didn't stop there, Glaswegian two piece Honeyblood were both polite and ruthless. Thanking people for arriving and demanding they 'start jumping' banning the polite head bobbing. This is where I began to feel pain.

The pain continued as I hustled my way to the very front, with just a few monitors in my way between actually being a Superfood member. The next forty five minutes flew by as Dominic Ganderton and co. played a selection of classics from 'Mam EP' and their debut album. To say the crowd went crazy is a huge understatement. I spent the set splayed against the barrier-less stage holding on speakers for my dear life, it was awesome. Security at Dingwalls were stretched to their limits sorting out kit and pushing back Superfood kids who were very enthusiastic. Superfood interspersed their set with conversations with fans throughout, every time they perform it feels like a thank you note to the people who consume their throwback Britpop.

The thank you note finished with the stage invasion which rivals any I have ever seen. As fans no older than 18 bum rushed the already cramped stage Superfood carried on in ecstasy and euphoria as we (yes of course I got on stage) hugged and shared glances to Carl the drummer who carried on despite the anarchy. I finished my night by being hurled off the stage by a burly security guy to my dismay. I now have no voice and will probably have to visit my GP about my neck, absolute blinder.