Where's the vodka?

Am looking forward to tomorrow night - am going to see the mighty Gogol Bordello at Brixton Academy! I've managed to miss them on the two previous occasions they've been playing here so wasn't going to let it pass me by this time around. First saw them at Roskilde in 2006 and knew nothing about them - apart from having previously heard "Start Wearing Purple" and liking it but not knowing who it was by. It's probably the most blown away I've been by an "unknown" (to me) band - they were playing at about 2 in the afternoon on the first day and I only went to see them because a friend from back home was their tour manager (the dude on the right of the picture with, I think, the band's drummer). The sights and sounds as we walked towards the stage in the blazing heat were best described as good natured carnage. I've never seen so much energy on stage or in a crowd, and I was hooked.

To make things even better, I am going with the Polish massive, and who better to get properly into the gypsy punk vibe than with a load of vodka swilling eejits from Eastern Europe. J can't make it as she's currently somewhere in Wales looking at rocks, which is a real shame as I wanted her to understand why I've been trying to see them for so long. I just hope I don't accidentally wee myself in all the excitement. Although I'm guessing that by the state of me when I leave, you probably won't notice. I've been trying to find an appropriate video on You Tube to do them justice, but couldn't, so you'll have to make do with this one - which has some weird home-made video accompaniment but at least you can hear the (witty) lyrics to one of my favourite songs. I have to admit that, having been to a Polish wedding back in September, I can completely see Eugene Hutz's point.