Bouncy is the word that characterises Michael Franti. Grooved to the Spearhead vibe last night.
A performance as good as the venue was shit - the Empire Shepherd's Bush, the Evil Empire, strong candidate for the worst live music venue in London.
If they could organise the proverbial piss-up in a brewery, they'd charge a fortune for it since a small bottle of water costs £1.99. But they can't even organise a cloakroom - it quickly ran out of space for people's bags and stuff. The bouncer was some kind of Oddjob evil mute mother. You can't find out when the performance begins because they never answer a phone or an email and haven't the brains to publish the information on their cack website. So a venue not fit to have the great man's sneakers on its stage.
Last saw him at the Festival Hall, a model of fine design and materials, and before that at the Jazz Caff, an amazingly intimate venue with none of the shabbiness of the Evil Empire.
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Glad I got that off my chest...