We Have Moved

We've moved to a swanky new address

www.WhatWeWantLondon.com

Join us there for more info and footstomping fun!

UPDATE

We have another gig coming up on March 12th as a sort of relaunch. Drinking, music and general gaiety will be experienced by all!

More information will follow but for now keep your dairies free and your beautiful selves near Acton for that evening.

AND:
We are changing the blog, logo and improving our overall internet presence at the moment so it looks less like some eight year olds have mistaken themselves for two young adults organizing music events.

Jan 8th, Bush Hall, first show of the year!

Friday Jan 8th was our first WWW event of the year and a roaring success!

(Double click on video, to watch properly)


It was in the fabulous Bush Hall, in Shepherds Bush, and far more people turned up on the door than we expected, with insane amounts of energy and excitement! The room was big, but the everyone crowded to the front, pressed up against the stage in an ecstasy of screaming and dancing.



Frank and Duncan were on first, and you would never have guessed they hadn’t know of the existence of the gig a couple of hours before. The incredibly cool Frank playing guitar and singing a mixture of covers and his own songs, set the tone for a night of great music and fun.



They were followed by The Cyklones, who were the surprise hit of the night. Only given the second support slot they worked the room like they were headlining. The crowd went crazy for them, circle pits appeared, stage divers dived, and in a surprisingly beautiful moment they got everyone in the crowd to link arms and sway along together to one of their songs.



Then came The Woe Betides, with their achingly beautiful, dark lo-fi rock. They started chilled out, giving everyone an opportunity to stop mindlessly jumping, and listen to some genuinely good music. However as they played on they reached a crecendo with a resounding performance of ‘Natwest Tower’ which got everyone up and dancing again.



Finally, Town Bike stormed the stage to wild cheers from a crowd who wanted to go crazy. And Town Bike gave them what they wanted. Their short sharp cheerful power-pop songs got everyone dancing, the crowd going absolutely crazy for the insane 23 second long song ‘CMBH’. They gave no one a chance to rest, playing every fantastic song from their album “Go! Fight! Win!” They went out on a high of screams, cheers, and stage invasions.



After that, we put on some music, expecting everyone to leave, but people didn’t want to go! People stayed, dancing on chairs and on the stage, charging about the room until we had to turn off the music and make everyone leave! The night was a blur or music and fun and dancing, everything a WWW event is meant to be. We learnt so much from putting on, and will certainly be putting on more, even better events, in future. Join our Facebook group, or follow this blog too keep updated!

Indelicates new album! Huzzah!

So... the Indelicates have a new album and I want you to love it and buy it. You could always download it for free then pay for it when you have realised that it's very much worth paying for...

Anyhoozle, they've made it easy to embed tracks so I thought I'd use the blog to do so.

I hate to be indelicate but...

Everyone has a band that they grew up with. My childhood was dominated by corporate fuck puppets (bit crass, but ultimately true) like S Club 7.

And now, as I enter my late-ish teens I no longer have an iTunes dominated by shit music. The Indelicates. I love them and they are awesome. End of story. Many people have written terribly complimentary things about them – at least I think they have - much more eloquently than I ever could so I won’t do that. But the point of view of a teenager is somewhat unique, maybe?

It is difficult being a teenager. Not like being the Prime Minister is taxing - Afghanistan is a bit of a tricky situation. But it does make it easier to have wonderful music which speaks to you accompany your teenage years. This is what their music is and that is why I love gigs so much.

I don’t care much for selling merch but hearing the music I love live is a feeling like no other – if they made it in drug form I would be hooked for life. In ‘The Perks Of Being A Wallflower’ By Stephen Chbosky, the main character talks about listening to the music he loves and says ‘I feel infinite’. And that’s it. That’s why I love their music. And I want to share that with people. Not make money. Who the fuck cares? What kind of impact can I make simply by making money? No. I want to give people the opportunity to feel as happy and as I do. That’s it.

Music should say something. Some people are in love with The Indelicates’ music – fair enough. Some people hate it and have voiced this via the internet on numerous occasions. Yet the only reason this happens is because it’s not meaningless music. You can not get all het up and angry about the opinions in a Saturday’s song. There aren’t any. It is better to have some people fall in love with your music and for others to find it abhorrent than for it to induce a shrugging of shoulders and a half-mutter of ‘It’s alright I guess’. Music should make people think. It should use long words god damn it.

And now I am going to be terribly nice about Julia and Simon Indelicate. Such talented people should be more imposing, not striding into rooms commanding people to kiss their rings, but slightly more arrogant than they are. There is a distinction between being talented and actually achieving something with that talent. I don’t particularly respect talented people. You do not earn talent, you have it. Creating wonderful music is so much more than just waking up one day and being rather good at the guitar. That is what I respect and admire – making something that makes others want to make an impact rather than just being famous or whatever gets you lots of money.

So yeah. Right. I don’t get people being mean about Simon. No-one who met him would go away and start slagging him off, surely? That’s not on. Don’t start bad-mouthing either Julia or Simon and any of their Indelicates. Or I’ll shank you, yeah? Good. That’s all sorted.

Finally wrote that. Never has anything I have written been so full of effusive praise. Never will be.

Lydia

Here is the video for America... I found out how to embed and the power has gone to my head. I've gone video mad!

It's great, I know you'll love it.

A Review Of Thursday Night

Thursday night was the worst night of my life. I am the kind of person who shies away from most social situations. A room full of pissed-off teenagers is my worst fucking nightmare.

Or shouting at an empty room to give me my deposit back. That’d be bad too. But let me run you through a list of the things that had gone wrong in our oh so altruistic venture to bring ace alternative live music to teenagers. The Indelicates were snowed in. When Julia said someone had died in a nearby village I thought ‘Fair enough, don’t die before the upcoming album, I want to hear that.’

And Town Bike were coming down from Liverpool, which made me think that my favourite current bands were annoyingly un-local. Unless we had been doing this is the seventies. The Who were in my locality – My mum’s cousin was married to the bassist. Anyway, aside from problems of being born thirty years too late, there were a million things yet to be done, most of which we would only realise we needed to do when it was too late.

So The Indelicates thing. Them not being able to play is NOT just forty or so minutes of me trying to remember the words to Sixteen and breaking down into hysterics. A gig without them is very scary and very likely to go horribly wrong. They will be the nicest and most helpful people in the music industry that I will ever meet and I need them. It’s more like your parents not turning up for your first football match, or in my case debate (pretentious? MOI? Au contraire mon ami…).

So people who bought tickets to see them and don’t give a fuck about other bands, who possibly might read this blog entry. If I could have choppered them in then I would have. I would have moved heaven and earth to just get Julia and Simon Indelicate with a crappy guitar and a child’s keyboard to Bush Hall, but alas I lack the forearm strength. Sometimes God just hates you.

Arranging another band to play the night before a gig is probably a concert promoter’s worst nightmare. And replacing The Indelicates (I like them. Have you caught on yet?) is not like replacing a warm-up band. Oh yes, let me just dig out a fantastically wonderful band who are just a tweet away and make the music industry seem as cuddly and comforting as your favourite teddy bear. I’ll just be a sec.

There were points when it appeared that the issues yet to be sorted out were as impassable as the feet of death grade snow besieging Lewes. There are not enough lolcats in the world. We found a band. No time to do proper listening on my part but they would be there. Better than me banging a stick.

We had a poster and tickets which both said The Indelicates in rather large writing. After several cans of Simon’s Mountain Dew we had sorted out the poster. Then Jo and I went to Bush Hall. I couldn’t find it. We were twenty minutes late. One of the bands was there already. Sophie had texted to say she would be even later than us – after a ‘please-don’t-kill-me’ text from me. I bet if I was a good Catholic then there would be a sign saying ‘This way to Bush Hall Lydia, thanks for believing in God’.

As soon as The Woe Betides, Town Bike and Frank & Duncan had arrived all seemed a semblance of ‘alright’. As I could hear the fantastic sound check of Town Bike, I began to be less nervous and fewer panic attacks occurred. People came. Our on the door sales were way beyond our expectations and I had so many people coming up to me saying ‘You must do another one of these’ that I wondered why I had ever contemplated it being anything but a great start to a successful venture.

I think we can stop teenagers going to see The Jonas Brothers at the O2 for forty quid. But young people need to do it. Because if there is anything I have learnt from this experience it is this: Teenagers don’t care what adults say, they’ll do whatever they want and it isn’t necessarily a bad thing.

Oh and we should all hail Mountain Dew as our Messiah – maybe Christ shoulda tried turning water into citrus-flavoured soft drink, eh?

Lydia

What We Want

Want to see The Jonas Brothers at The O2? If you do, 'What We Want' is not the thing for you.

'What We Want' is a collection of young people based in West London, organizing local affordable gigs for young people. We understand that a love of good music is not something that comes when you turn 18, so under 18s are welcome at all our gigs.

If you don't want to be ripped off, if you want good music, if want to have a good time, we want you to come to our gigs.