St Giles In The Fields is a church near Oxford st in central London. I didn't really know what to expect of the church itself, I thought maybe it would be a semi-abandoned, used mostly for gigs type affair, but it wasn't. It was a full on, big, Majestic London church of the type you don't get in New Zealand.
We ventured in and got ourselves some (communion?)wine out of a cask which you didn't have to pay for, but could make a donation, but to be honest they should have made a donation to us for actually drinking it.
Inside all the pews were still in place and everybody was sitting facing the front where the warm up band were just finishing up. It was deathly quiet when the music stopped and the whole thing had a really strange atmosphere, not helped I guess by the slowly colour changing lights that were faced directly into the performers face so that they cast a massive shadow on the back wall of the majestic church.
Gravenhurst came on (by himself, no backing band) and was really really good, and uber talented in a way which is slightly annoying. He played a lot of familiar songs off Fires in Distant Buildings and The Western Lands in a somewhat unfamiliar way.
The thing I liked most about it was the way it kind of felt like just a guy, having a jam in his bedroom. It was intimate. You know how people say they went to a gig and it was at this intimate venue and really they just mean small? This wasn't one of those. It actually was.
I really like how he rocks out so hard in the middle of such quiet songs.
I didn't really like the seats.
Are Church pews made, hard as granite in a bolt upright position on purpose? Does it make you feel closer to Jesus' suffering?
Possibly. Its fucking annoying at a gig though.
Still. Great gig.
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