Why do I do this? More free film for you! Cos its good! The promoters (in this case a collaboration between Singing Knives, Haimenfeldman and Harmonic Rooms) asked me to film it and of course everyone knows by now clips end up here, so here they are. I always okay with the artists as well in case you're wondering, and they get a souvenir copy. So here are the clips and as a bonus I've not compressed them as much as usual. Oh yeah, as a sort of joke someone said I should have a logo in the corner of the screen so keeping with tradition and offering the artists (and me) some kind of copy protection...FTV (Fuck Television) appears in the corner.

On the day that another 'bit of rough' boy band wins another totally corporate setup music award and pop music groans through yet another dark period, a fortunate 50 or so packed the little room at the Cricketers, mostly I suspect to come and hear Rose's sublime guitar. We were also treated to a blinding set by Leeds' Inecto School this time joined by Rob and Ben from Chora who sat at the back playing a vast array of knobs, wires and broken instruments. Superb drumming style from the older guy in the corner while a trio on double bass, tiny guitar and clarinet stood at the front. Plenty of free form material filled the latter stages but my favourite was the earlier rhythm laden heavy and heady trancey droney stuff which materialised into something a bit like Hawkwind on jazz.

Chris Corsano is a nutter, in a nice way you see. Sellotape noises. Circular breathing into a clarinet reed / kitchem funnel affair close to the drumskins to generate vibes. Mystic avant garde improv stuff is okay with me (if you're an improv geek you might appreciate the pub landlady making her way right through the room at the quietest moment noisily collecting glasses - you can hear it in this clip). Chris's loud and noisy drumming is a fun, no holds barred managerie and it went down very well indeed. He was kind enough to point out this was Jack's last night on this UK tour (then off to Italy) and the shows had been 'killing' everywhere. Also American, Corsano goes back to, er Manchester...

Rose I think took a few noisy sods like me by suprise. If you'd told me I was going to be in over an hour of one man acoustic guitar land I might've spent half the set in the bar. And the man's pop quiz (joke?) answer to a riff source 'In Jesus there is no East or West' seemed a bit lost on the crowd of Sheffielders in this hard backstreet boozer, reputedely home for a certain football fan club.. I do appreciate guitar and this was quite a skilled player. At times I could really feel far off distant times and experiences in the music. For the second half of the set Rose played slide guitar in a very Indian style, but without losing the woody, Southern blues vibe. 'Indian Summer' did go on very long and I had to remind myself of the theme as I tranced out like at a classical Indian gig. Raptuous applause followed with whistles, cheering plus much howling from a girl a the back sounding like she was glad it had finished. As she shouted 'Goo oonnn!!!' Jack decided an encore was in order and a further song was delivered bringing us past closing time which meant even he probably didn't get the refreshment he was asking about earlier. Bon Voyage our American friends.