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Some friends and I were last night mildly annoyed that there was no drinking establishment in the whole of student-land where we could go to *talk* whilst listening to music we quite liked.
Thus, a new kind of establishment was born -
the post-rock lounge.
It would be in a cave, carved out of solid rock. Bare stone floors, comfy sofas and wooden tables.
Patrons would be able to chat good naturedly during the quiet bits, and then indulge in collective headbanging, aimless flailing or displays of brow furrowing intenseness when the loud bits kicked in.
There'd be a a menu of zany cocktails, all named after Mogwai songs.
And a fancy dress night - come as your favourite member of Slint!
And a Marquee Moon kareoke competition.
There'd be badly drawn portraits of Thurston Moore and Steve Albini behind the bar.
And after 11 a DJ would turn up and attempt to gain people's attension by 'hilariously' playing bursts of Aphex Twin and 'The Holy Bible' between slabs of Tortoise and Stereolab.
So .. anyone got a spare cave? |
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