Jamnesty, put simply, was a jam, for Amnesty. In the style of the famous Secret Policeman’s Ball, the St Andrews branch of Amnesty International organised an evening of information and music, raising funds for the political and human rights charity.
“That is the best music I’ve heard in St Andrews.” This was something I heard more than once last night, during and after Goldfish’s early set. By nine thirty, the queue was splling over into the Union bar. By ten, Venue 1 was packed out, sweaty and jubilant. The contrast to Bombay Bicycle Club’s tardy, lazy and depressing set during Refresher’s week could not have been more marked.
I would not claim to be a fan of Bombay Bicycle Club: if asked, I probably would not be able to name any of their songs. I know, poor popular music chat. Try not to judge me too harshly. However, I agreed to attend their DJ set on Thursday with the hope that I would be pleasantly surprised by their personal music taste and deck-spinning skills. I went along with a group of friends who would consider themselves “hardcore fans” of the band, so their expectations were set considerably higher than my own.