2010 tour

I think it's only fair that after the previous two blog entries, I dedicate a bit of time to the last early-days satan tour: 2010's jaunt around the UK and Europe. It was with Her name is Calla, a band who Sophie was playing violin for at the time, so we decided to join forces and hit the roads of Europe for 3 weeks. It was pretty tough, but we got to see so many nice places, and meet so many good people.

We also toured to promote the release of Heart Monitor, which celebrates its 10th anniversary this March. I think it was kicking around the same time as Arrivals, but we didn't finish it quite in time, so it had to make do with its own non-album single release later. The CDs were great, and we put a lot of effort into those, so if you have one: well done. Keep it safe!

Sophie during soundcheck in Manchester.

Life inside a tin can: the van en route to Glasgow.

Getting the projector sorted in Glasgow. Both bands had visuals I seem to remember.

Holy Trinity Church, Leeds. Used to play here loads.

Setting up at the Church.

Loading into the Lexington, London.

Calla soundchecking, no doubt mid-equipment failure.

The best view of England: leaving it.

Stuk in Leuven, Belgium. A great venue, but as we were late, we never got asked back to play.

Alright Belgium, what you sayin?

Sadly, I don't think this was anything to do with the Irish boyband.

A stop-off in rural France so Calla could play to a competition winner.

That morning's journey after about 2 hours sleep.

The original Heart Monitor CDs.

Setting up in Berlin.

A quick walk in Berlin.

A street with a nice name.

Why yes, this was our accomodation in Berlin, why do you ask?

On the road somewhere in Germany I think.

Loading out into Berlin's venue-du-jour, Schokoladen.

Ah yes, seems like a cracking venue for some emotive electronica. Welcome to Rostock.

Without doubt, Rostock was the scariest venue I've ever played in.

We left Rostock as quick as we could, and went back to Berlin to stay in the Rock n Roll hostel.

And so we had a day off, so we drank and ate.

...then we went to Leipzig, which was beautiful.

The venue changes name every year, apparently. Was 'Paris Syndrom' when we arrived.

Guess what happened to the van on the way to Frankfurt?

Bored, stuck in a field waiting for a mechanic to change the tyre.

Frankfurt was an experience. Got drunk on a boat after this.

A Denovali label showcase in a big power station somewhere. We weren't on the label at that point, so sat this one out.

The power plant was fun though.

Very eerie.

(the next gig was in Duisburg, of which I have no photos, but wasn't the best. We stayed in someone's house who someone else we were supposed to be staying with found online that day. Yeah, wasn't the best)

Back in the UK, the van broke down near Leicester, so we spent the night eating this, and getting a coach home in the morning.