Friday, January 16, 2015

From Beer to Beats

When you have over half and hour to wait for something you need to do to open, what do you do?
I'll tell you what I did. After walking up and down Mare St in Hackney, London, I noticed the hands on my watch face had barely moved. I needed something else, hopefully more enjoyable to allow the time to pass by unnoticed.

A bunch of tramps were drinking strong cider and loitering on the steps of the Hackney Empire Theatre, I'd already walked passed them a few times and made eye contact on this one approach. It was getting silly, there was still a little under half an hour to go and nothing to help ease it by.

Becoming increasingly aware of how stupid I must have looked, and not wanting to pass the tramps yet again, in such a short space of time. I made an on the spot decision to go into the 'Stage 3' theatre bar/café.

I walked in, went straight up to the bar and was about to order a coffee. That was until I noticed directly in front of me some Crate Brewery beer pumps. This completely threw me off my game, causing me in panic to pause, dead still, for a few moments which seemed to last an eternity.
It seems that I had justified to myself that 11:37am was appropriate as 'Beer O'clock'. I ordered a half pint of Crate Brewery IPA. This whole ordeal made me feel very anxious and the situation wasn't helped by the fact that ordering and paying for it seemed to be an ordeal, a most awkward process that I don't every remember going through.
It was a strange introduction to one of the tastiest IPA's I've had. From an onlookers perspective I'm sure the whole thing looked as if nothing odd had happened and was a perfectly normal experience. Fear had reared its ugly head and manifested itself in my mind, causing me to panic!

Normality was restored after reading a chapter of my book and helped by finishing off the half. I looked down at my wrist and was happy to see my watch read 12:05pm. It's an analogue watch so obviously in reality it had the minute hand at the 1 O'clock position with the hour hand at the 12 O'clock position, making it five past twelve.

I'm looking to venture into brewing myself and get some much required and desired work experience so visited a couple of breweries in the morning. I had one more to go, it was a brew pub called 'The Cock Tavern', which I'd been told great things about and was waiting until it opened at midday to find out for myself.

As far as pubs go, it looked great. Dark, dingy, battered and bruised bar, scratched wooden floorboards and non matching furniture. Perfect, just perfect. No Fosters or Guinness to be seen, the pub was going from strength to strength. As for beers, they had pump after pump of the stuff, along with a selection of their own small batch brews. Downstairs in the basement was the HQ for the in house micro brewery 'Howling Hops'. If I remember correctly, I may have even seen a plaque on the wall saying the pub won Cider Pub of the Year 2013, or was it 2014, I'm not sure, whatever the case it won one of those years.

I tried their 'Smoked Porter' and 'Pale Ale batch no.10'. I'd gone and done it a bit arse about face, instead of starting with a lighter beer going to something heavy, the first one I tried was a Brown Ale from the guys over at the 'Pressure Drop Brewery'. It was a smooth, rich flavoursome beer that one might even have said was almost creamy. From that I then tried the Howling Hops, Smoked Porter which was gorgeous, with all the burnt toast and chocolate notes you would expect. I fancied something else, something lighter and fruitier, I had a sample of two pales, the no.3 batch and the no.10, I went for the latter as it suited my taste better. I was hungry and took my leave. To return again in the near future, in fact I've arranged to visit them again next week.

Another reason for me to be in the area was that I was going to a gig in the evening. An artist I'd heard on BBC Radio 6 Music earlier in the week, it was mentioned they were playing at Rough Trade East, a record shop/venue off London's Brick Lane. All I knew of 'Ghost Culture' was that it was one guy and I liked what I'd heard off the album. The music was what I would call an slightly more evolved version of the kind of electronic music I was listening to about ten years ago.

He had a very interesting set up. Some synthesizer looking devices, other weird boxes, a couple of electronic drum pads, a guitar, lots of wires all over the place and surrounded by lamps with and without shades that seemed to react to the sound, flashing on and off in time with the music.
The whole performance was a spectacle, exciting to watch and verging on annoyingly confusing trying to figure out how he was making the sounds he was. Especially when he drummed as hard as he could on the pads.


Ghost Culture is definitely one to watch out for, I think I may see him again... soon I hope.
Here's a link to his stream on SoundCloud

For up and coming shows or general music related stuff.

The good guys at Pressure Drop.

Howling Hops and The Cock Tavern.

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