I saw Sebastien Grainger the other night at the Hoxton Bar. I also discovered the effects of alcohol with a tasty vegan dinner in your stomach. Tip: it doesn’t quite work the same way.

The show was great, and can only be described as “sex rock” with Grainger leading the effort. If you can take your eyes off Grainger though, it’s the bassist who’s most interesting. Having played ensemble for years, I’m always keen to try and figure out the 4-way marriage on stage: who’s the prima donna (Grainger), who’s late for rehearsal (probably the wanky looking keyboard player), who holds it together (the bassist), and well, I didn’t get a good look at the drummer. He needs a haircut. If you haven’t heard them yet, check it out: I Hate My Friends | (Are There) Ways to Come Home