Bleeding Hearts Club

For those that don’t know, Bleeding Hearts is both a long-standing month night at the Prince Albert, and a local record label, run by the same people, usually promoting local folk acts. I’ll put my hands up and admit that I hadn’t been to one of their nights before, so didn’t know what to expect when I went along last night. The first thing I noticed was the tables upstairs at the Albert – most unusual, but it created a very different, much friendlier atmosphere. (The cakes on the tables may have also helped there). The format of the night is a bit different to normal too. Rather than just one or two supports, there are three supports, and they get to play just three tracks each, which leads to more variety, and adds to the impression that the time that the bands aren’t on stage is just as important as the time that they are.

First up was Paul Mosley. He plays the ukulele and has an amusing anecdote about Florence & The Machine’s harpist, which he probably tells at every gig. He says he was asked to play sad songs, but he didn’t stop smiling throughout his set. He wasn’t from Brighton though, so we’ll move swiftly on.

Paul Mosley

Next up were the Men Who Fell To Earth. From what I can tell (after wading through several thousand Google search results on David Bowie), they are from Brighton, although the lead singer had a thick Yorkshire accent. How often do you come across a native Brightonian though? I’m guessing this must have been one of their first gigs, or they’re all incredibly shy – the singer had his eyes closed throughout the gig, the drummer and the keyboard player hid in the shadows, and the bass player sat down and didn’t stop staring at his knees. There was some good songwriting underneath it all though, so let’s not pass judgement just yet.

The Men Who Fell To Earth

After another fifteen minute interval, we were treated to Hattie Cooke, who broke the ice at the start of her set with a few words about the relationship between how well her sets go, nightmares, and poo. Like the previous two acts, Hattie only had three songs, so to bring a bit of variety to her set, she played one standing with her guitar, one acapella without guitar, and one seated. Speaking to the Bleeding Hearts guys, they’re big fans of hers – it would be good hear a full set to hear her full potential.

Hattie Cooke

Headlining were Fragile Creatures, who were a bit rockier than the I was led to expect of the night. My first impression was “their look is a bit twenty years ago”. Then I thought “their sound is a bit dated too”. Then I realised that was the point – Following on from the success last year of the likes of Kisses and Washed Out, Fragile Creatures have constructed the look and sound of times gone by, but instead going down the 80s keyboard electro route they’ve ended up somewhere in Prefab Sprout or Simple Minds territory. Personally, I think this may have been better served by them being on a bill with other acts trying to do the same thing – it was only halfway through that I got it. Being headliners though, they got to play for twice as long, and by they end they had got some people dancing (although I think they may have been crazy drunk people who had filtered up from downstairs).

Fragile Creatures

One thing that struck me about the event was the love and enthusiasm of the organisers for what they were doing, and of their loyal audience too. Whether or not I write up any more of their gigs for the blog, I’ll certainly be going back for my own pleasure.