In which Google Maps saves the day. Mostly.
OK, this was supposed to be at St Luke's. So I turn up at St. Lukes, only to find out that it had been moved to the QMU. I have no fucking clue where QMU is, or how to get there. Fortunately, I have a phone and a passenger who learns quickly how to follow a route on Google Maps, and we get there eventually. I miss most of MARY JANE DUNPHE's set, so there's no accompanying video. She's American, a poet/visual artist/singer who does her thing to a recorded backing track. She sounds a little like a certain diminutive Icelander. She's not terrible, but there's not much more I can say. I'd have liked to have seen more. Still, I got one of the weirdest photographs I have ever taken.
Anyway, turns out that the QMU (Queen Margaret University, if you didn't know.) is a pretty decent venue. Good sound, nice elevated spot at the back for those of us who turn up late. Or who just like a nice elevated spot at the back. There's a VERY brief change-over, which is a VERY GOOD THING, and after only 15 minutes, here's CHELSEA WOLFE.
Not unexpectedly, for the actual queen of gorgeously gloomy industro-goth, it's all quite dark. Less smoke that anticipated, which is nice, but still enough to make pics from the back a bit hit-or-miss. She's not very chatty, and there is a shocking lack of cheery banter, but she is absolutely glorious. In turns, fragile and delicate and harsh and pulverising. Breathtaking stuff.
So, now I know how to get to the QMU.
