Tea and Novels

Almost three weeks ago, at the Nina Nastasia show, we met the nicest couple who eerily have almost exactly the same taste in music as us. We ended up chatting a lot before Nina came on stage and they bought us a few rounds of drinks (we had both forgotten our wallets that night--a highly suspicious story, I realize, but utterly true!) and recommended a few bands that we'd not heard of. After having a listen to one of their recommendations, My Latest Novel, we decided to go to hear this new-to-us Scottish band live, see our new friends again, and with wallets in hand this time, return the favour of a few drinks. The show was very close to home and we got to the venue a bit early, so we wandered around a bit and came across this fancy-looking teahouse, unfortunately closed for the day, which I've earmarked for a return visit:

The venue for the show was right in Spitalfields Market, a place that I've only ever been during market days, and like the market, Spitz was a great, multi-purpose space where we look forward to returning in the future.
My Latest Novel were great fun, cranking out their textured, frantic sounds to the appreciative crowd.

One odd thing to us was that there wasn't a backstage area for the band; after they played their "last song," they left the stage and just kind of stood there in a huddle, talking amongst themselves, while the crowd clapped and whistled for an encore. After a minute or two, they took two steps back onto the stage to perform a few more songs, but the fact that we could see them between the end of their set and the encore was a bit uncomfortable--I'm not really sure why, but it just seemed wrong!