Every weekend always feels busy to me as I have to work Saturdays, so I spend Saturday night making up for a lack of a Friday night and then spend Sunday making up for the lack of a Saturday while trying to have a Sunday at the same time. Exhausting? You bet.

This weekend was no exception. Friday night I was out at This Is Music in Sneaky Pete’s for the Three Blind Wolves album launch. On my arrival I was informed I had missed an awe inspiring set by The John Knox Sex Club, bugger. However they are playing this Friday (16th April) at The Wee Red Bar, so I’ll go see them then.French Wives were up next, they were enjoyable and their new single Me Vs Me sounded promising.Finally Three Blind Wolves took to the stage, Ross grabbed everyone’s attention by screaming down the mic and declaring he wanted to see someone die by the end of the set (he was joking by the way). As the band started playing it occurred to me that the last time I saw this band was almost a year ago in Sneaky Pete’s. At the time they were trading under their old name of “Ross Clark and The Scarves Go Missing” at that gig they were showing signs of a significant development in their sound. 11 months down the line, their name has been changed to less of a grammatical tight rope and their sound has blossomed in to a raging fire of Americana sensibilities wrestling with big guitar sound-scapes. After two weeks touring they were sounding confident. The re-worked version of Hopeless Romantic (a song they played under their old name) is genius swinging from the Buddy Holly-esque verses to the wild west galloping crescendo at the end. “The Sound of the Storm” by Three Blind Wolves is out now and you should pure go buy it.

Saturday day-time was spent being busy at “proper job” and thanking my lucky stars I only had two beers the night before. Saturday night my self and my other half (or “the bird” if you want to be colloquial about it) ventured down to Cabaret Voltaire for the launch of Meursault’s new album “All Creatures will make merry”(those of you counting will note this is my second launch gig of the weekend) the place was rammed and we were stuck at the back with a restricted view of proceedings. Despite our poor vantage point the gig was marvellous, the set was drawn heavily from the new album (who could blame them, it was an album launch after all). The decision for a band to play all new material on the day their new CD is out can be a disaster, as I’ve witnessed at many a gig/festival appearance (in fact, I may write about the phenomena of disappointing gigs/sets/albums in futurue, sorry I digress). Yes fans want to hear new stuff but they also want to hear the more familiar songs to sing/dance/nod heads along to. This was never going to be a problem for the Meursault crew as they have been slipping in new songs one by one in to their set over the past year. Some songs have already become Meursault live staples (Sleet and Crank Resolutions). They did pull one old favourite out of the bag for the encore in the shape of “A few Kind Words” which rounded off the night nicely judging by the applause from the 200+ faithful assembled in Cab Vol.

The rest of my Saturday night descended in to a drunken haze at my mate Paul’s house. Our friend Dougie is moving to London next week and we decided to give him a send off with a night of Singstar, poker, looking a silly stuff on youtube and (lots of) beer. I spent Sunday hungover, sitting in the park with coffee and Irn Bru.