| Following his solo 'An Evening With' gigs last week, Pete Doherty led his band into the middle of the UK's most indie, most debauched, most sweat soaked music jamboree in London. Yes, The Camden Crawl kicked into full swing today with a secret MySpace gig at the Studio 88 pub… 100 random fans were plucked from bowels of Camden, given a unique tee and given a taxi ride to Chalk Farm Road. After a brief sound check which saw a relaxed Pete play through just four songs in front of new fiancé Kate Moss, the fans piled into the already cramped rehearsal space. The set list included Fuck Forever, The Blinding and Kilimangiro. The 30 minute sweaty fuckfest saw Pete jump into the crowd and chuck the whole fucking set into the audience – mic, guitars, himself and even the drum kit. No sign of recently befriended Libertine Carl Barat, just Kate Moss and some startled associates. Has he lost it, is he rallying against selling out to MySpace or is he just a bit pissed off that his beer is warm? The camera phones loom, Pete turns away. 'The vocals are shit' someone says. 'Well you better start fucking singing then' shoots back Pete, oblivious to the teenage beauty queens and the odd pork pie hat clutching for his ankles.
Yes, it was good - you're already wishing you were there. Yes, the sound check was better – but did Pete really want to be there? Did Kate drag him along to see new bands while prancing about like a coke fuelled infant, sniffing the crotch of any borderline anorexic Camden waster while quaffing Kristal and Evian in equal measures? I'm not sure. He doesn't like turning up to every gig he's ever done, for sure. All I know is that my head hurts. I had one pint. It was the drumkit to the face that did it I think. I need to walk about a bit to see if I feel dizzy. Pictures will follow. Of the band, not my head. Does anyone have the number for Injury Lawyers 4U? |
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