Lisa's first words to me this morning were "Beadle's no longer about!". She loves a bit of celebrity death. After her coverage of Heath Ledger's demise last week, I think she's angling for her own obituary column.

Personally I feel more like death warmed up, after very little sleep and a slightly trying day combining the twin joys of Brighton Council and a plumber. As a result, I don't really feel like going out tonight, which is a major tragedy because it means I'll miss this...


Obviously I'll go to any rock concert which offers "FREE CHEDDAR ON ENTRY!", but this one is particularly appealing because it features The Deal Was For The Diamond, who I saw three months ago, and liked so much I plugged them (briefly) in a Kemptown Rag article. They've played a number of gigs since, but their performances have a habit of coinciding with personal crises of mine (what are the odds?) and I never seem able to make it. Which is why I knew the plumbing would go so well today.

Anyhoo, I don't know which advertising agency is responsible for writing the copy above, but I'm sensing it's not Saatchi & Saatchi. Admittedly I struggle to describe TDWFTD's music, but I'm not sure I'd call it "melodic / doom / math". And as for the third band (which I won't be shortening to an acronym), just what is "grindcore catfood"? And more to the point, can I feed it to Chloe? Because frankly she's gone right off Lidl Opticat.

Anyway, I don't think I'll make it to the gig tonight (it starts in five minutes and I haven't got my shoes on) but I can recommend Charlie Uniform's MySpace site. Fans of any kind of melody might be disappointed, but you won't hear better screaming this side of Halloween.