I'm not one to hang around kiddies' playgrounds (honestly!), but when I strolled into Shimokitazawa's Shelter last week I was instantly teleported into a school disco, and it kinda felt good. But keep that to yourself, OK.
The kids here are all 18 going on 14. They are all drinking tea or orange juice. I am the only one smoking and I feel a little bit guilty about it. Images flood my head of some spoilsport games master grabbing me from behind and forcing me to stay after the gig to write a thousand lines on how bad I've been. When I ask the barman for a beer he pauses momentarily as if confused. I wish I'd shaved. God, I feel old.
Teeny Frahoop are going to be huge! They can't play for toffee, really, but, then again, they probably are doing just that. But give them time, Goddamit, be patient, 'cos these girls are indie goddesses in the making.