'kin chorlton

by jc. 10.04.10.

salfordmusic broke all its own rules last night by venturing out to a gig further south than Piccadilly Gardens. Big mistake.
Don't get me wrong- the band were brilliant. In fact, that's an understatement- Kin were truly phenomenal, dynamic, hypnotically supreme. This is the first time I'd seen them since the launch of their EP late last year- and they just get better and better.
Kim Foster is fast becoming the front-woman that we all hoped she would become: engaging, funny, terrifying, bewitching- and the three fellas behind her are flamin' dynamite.
The old Kin favourites like Chemistry Set and Generous Body now sit regally alongside aural wonders such as Flies and The Flickering. salfordmusic doesn't like to implore its readers, but for Kin we must make an exception and implore you to check them out live.

"So what's your gripe?" I hear you shout.
Chorlton; that's what.
Yeah, bloody Chorlton. This all took place on a Friday night in Manchester's capital of cool: Chorlton. The place where the discerning opinion-formers live.
My arse.
The turnout for a class act like Kin was piss-poor and the good people of Chorlton should be ashamed of themselves.

Maybe I'm doing them a disservice. Maybe the promotion was just non-existent. After all, your modern-day gig promoter is interested in everything except actually promoting gigs; bizzare. And the lad on the door couldn't have looked more disinterested if he'd been in a coma.
At this rate, Chorlton will sleepwalk its way into musical oblivion and I doubt whether anyone on this side of town will shed a tear about that.