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It’s hard not to feel cynical about the American Express chartered event whilst I sit alone in the back stage surrounded by brand embossed deckchairs. And though I’m early I announce my presence by (accidentally) choking on an ice cube in front of some models. I feel like a loser. I stink of loneliness. A woman enters my vision: "I forgot to give you these," she says, holding two golden tickets. Now I have booze. I have two booze. Things always get easier from here on in. Easier and then a lot, lot harder. I begin to enjoy myself. Am I being buttered up? Am I a slut for the system? If I am…I like it.

I see some old friends and start to relax. The gig begins. It’s a good guitar gig. I have developed a recent issue with guitars but I think I’m over it now. It doesn't matter what you do as long as you do it well, and Warpaint do it very well.

Raised on a podium, drummer Stella Mozgawa drives the set, they are generals fighting separate battles on separate fronts. Each having great command over their roles. There is an inner confidence and security to this band who have honed their craft touring since 2009. To such a degree that at points it can feel stale. The setting has something to do with it, open air and strong winds, but the crowd are stunned and the band thank London for being one of the first audiences to champion them.

Warpaint contain an enviable artistry of both elaborate drama and control, intensity and dynamics. Harmonies; precise and effortless, this band have their own secure identity. It feels genuine. It feels mature.

The courtyard is lit up with purple lights and a faux-festival-atmosphere has been created. A pride rainbow flag flies over SH which is a nice touch even though these were the headquarters of administration for the empire back in the olden days.

As night comes the crowd are more mesmerised by the figures before them standing and watching rather than dancing. Not to say they aren't moved. 'Undertow', 'Elephants' and 'Love is To Die' receive loud praise. And when the band walk off stage after their last song an appeal for the band to return from the audience ensues... the band’s roadie is boo’ed for beginning to dismantle their equipment. A rapturous repsonse for an outstanding band who we will have to wait some time before seeing in London again.

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