The Moldy Peaches @ Borders

Borders bookshop in summer is like being right in the middle of a stirfry sizzling away in a wok which is set to medium heat. Still quite very hot though. But, despite the heat, London's twee posse and a good number of possibly Strokes fans had gathered in Border's DIY section to witness this rather unique Moldy Peaches show. And the lack of costumes shall be forgiven because, as everyone can easily imagine, an entire bunny outfit would have led to a heat related STROKE (arf arf). And seeing that Moldy boy and Moldy girl had another gig to play that night, the majority of people probably wanted them to pursue this unharmed.

But, can there be any certainty that the 'Peaches really survived the Borders show without major psychological damage, as their set didn't start with a song, but with fits of hysterical laughter and giggling. Something you can't really blame them for. Imagine you were in a band and played on a shopfloor. And in front of you a painfully indie looking crowd is having a sit-in. Great, isn't it?

Luckily, after they had calmed down, the Moldy Peaches treated us to the ultimate lo-fi can't sing-won't sing experience. Moldy girl was heard sqeaking at the top of her lungs whilst Moldy boy was obviously determined to show off what strumming on an acoustic guitar for too long can do to you. But no need to panic, all went down well with the bespectacled crowd. Some lad in the obligatory skinny fit t-shirt even went "whoo" at the start of "Lucky Number Nine" ("Indie boys are neurotic"....). Apart from that, several youngsters were seen mouthing along to songs that mean absolutely nothing ("My name is Jorge Regula"...). Very nice.