We were hoping to compose a full account of Saturday's activity at ATP, helpfully located just up the road at Ally Pally, but a deadline of the utmost significance looms. Suffice to say Mogwai - who curated - Mudhoney and Dirty Three were spectacular, but an unexpected highlight was The Soft Moon - cheerfully cheerless retro-electro dirges in the Suicide vein, with a whole bunch of echoed yelping. Performed, you have to understand, in a carpeted conference room complete with office blinds at three on a sunny afternoon. Given that we failed to mark World Goth Day round here, this will do very nicely instead. More on ATP to follow. In case you were, like, worried.
