A special occasion has come and gone, dear readers. Our fine magazine has birthed another printed issue: Zine 002. Jam packed with features, interviews, reviews, and opinion pieces, any opportunity to catch hold of your own copy is one not to be passed up!
To celebrate the launch, we at CLUNK threw together a not-so-little party at Falmouth’s prestigious Cornish Bank, and invited some friends along to mark the occasion with musical musings and loud proud bangers! Londoners Murman joined forces with Cornish bedroom surf-dreamers MOPES and one-woman wonder Frances Lion in a way that could only make for a night of love, sweat and beers – it was well and truly all smiles over here.
Spirits were high for Francis Lion. The pensive and heartfelt up-and-coming songwriter had all eyes in her direction from The Cornish Bank’s red-curtained stage, ears pricking up from all corners for each and every insightful interlude she brought to life via her bright-white Stratocaster and delicate vocal falsetto jumps. Voice and guitar acted as one, churning up a storm at the apexes of each song with powerful, chilling screams that translated perfectly the heart-rending subjects her songs were written to portray. Whoops and cheers met each song, despite their melancholy. It’s no wonder her career has taken her to such heights as The Great Escape and supporting such likes as Black Honey – this can only be the beginning.
Mopes’ collection of surfy stompy romps brought a buzzing energy to the sultrily colourful foyer. Comfortably boozed and bubbling with energy, the crowd merrily came together to sway and swing to the jazzy wash of the bedroom-rock-gone-full-band bops. Songs such as All The Time and Morrissey had people finally letting their hair down, throwing arms and kicking out some energy to dance together in wholesome euphoria. A vibe check that had Arctic Monkeys and Front Bottoms meeting head on, the cooly collected Cornish quartet dragged even the dustiest relics from the shelf and threw them into the social cooking pot – many jostling and jumping to be seen here.
Gratefully met by an already pumped up crowd, the London based Murman proved themselves as Falmouth’s favourite headliners. We were ready to be wowed from the off: the Zorro-esque mask of their frontman paired with his tassel-ridden shirt enough to peak interest and find all members of the audience pushed into the front. What followed was mayhem. Rock n’ Roll met with Classic English Indie-punk to create the most life affirming vibe-check ever seen by this writer. To the left, jitterbuggers, to the right head banging and sub-moshing. In front, a eyeliner-clad Elvis-inspired show-stopper that had the ability to single any audience member out and draw some unknown part of self from them, a part of self that couldn’t help but stomp their feet and throw their hands to the sky.
Sometimes a move met with groans or talks of cliche, even entering the audience’s domain was a tonic for enjoyment that brought the beaming crowd only closer to absolute euphoria. Sweat flew, heads banged, and come the end of the set there was no room near the stage for anything except frantic, friendly, laughter filled moshing.
Zine 002 launch was an absolute success. Without a doubt it has created lasting memories that will keep CLUNK at the front of people’s minds for time to come.
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