Hoxton Bar & Grill, 27 October 2009
So tonight I decided on the man I want to marry: Portugal. The Man. Except it's not a man, it's a band (although we could adapt the vows to say "do you take this band?"). Sadly though, aside from legal concerns, it's a one-sided romance and my newfound unrequited love for them only occurred midway during their gig at the tiny Hoxton Bar & Grill (which lived up to the grill part of its name tonight, as it was horribly, swelteringly hot inside) as admittedly before tonight I only owned a couple of their albums and didn't even know what they looked like (I even had to look up the singer's name to write this). It was probably during the middle of one of my favourite tracks of theirs, Church Mouth, a mammoth rocking beast of a number, that midway broke down and went into a tender, whispery version of the Harry Nilsson song One (Is The Loneliest Number). Rocking but sensitive, and with a sense of humour too. Does it get any better?



