Mojinos Escozios in The Jamm, London

261 Brixton Road London, SW9 6LH

Well, this should be clear enough for everybody: I do not particularly like or appreciate the music Mojinos Escozios do. Even when they moved through covers to their actual songs, I cannot say they are good musicians, or that their songs are really appealing. But mate, if it is for party for what you are up to, they are the band. And they proved it, oh, how they proved it.

The party was organized by rocksinsubtitulos, which I ever had about before - they will perform the same party in the end of April with Def Con Dos, but I'll be unfortunately in a wedding in Spain that weekend. They promised a Londoner ‘Feria de Abril’, with folk music before and after the party. That is pretty scary if you think seriously about it – it easily may have been a ‘Sevillanas’ party, with everybody in stupid southern Spanish fancy dresses, sweet wine and all those other things that – sorry all the Andaluces over there – I really despise. Add to that £18 for the gig, which I thought it was quite expensive, and you really think if this is the way you actually want to spend a Friday night. Indeed it is.

The party was in the Jamm, in Brixton. Brixton is one of those former dodgy areas that used to be completely stuffed with all sort of townies, chavs and crackheads but that, for some unexplainable reason, has become a bit trendy on the last years. Just a bit, take me well: you shouldn’t get lost over there, specially on the Stockwell side of the area. But it is not as bad as it used to be, and plenty of venues are blossoming around lastly, some of them quite good. The Jamm is one of them – I had been there before a couple of times as Ana recommended me the ‘How does it feel (To Be Loved)’ parties they do on a monthly basis. The gigs were always quite good, while to be honest never too impressive.

The club itself is quite good. It has a couple of rooms, with space for about 600 people. The main one, where the big bar is, and the venue itself, where gigs take place. The bar has several sofas and coaches really comfy for doing the first beevies of the night, and after that you can always stand up and enjoy the 80s atmosphere – classic mirror lamp included. Beer is not pricey for a club – about 3,20 the pint. And it usually closes at 4 am, which is good for those tired of early closing clubs.

In fact, they closed at 6 am in Mojinos party, but let’s go through that later on. I arrived there about 8 pm with my brother, and we met quite a lot of good friends and new ones – Alberto, Reiko, Belendi, Rima and Nico, Isaac, Cesar ‘jevi’ and his friend – hell, I always forget his name… Javi?, and some other Alberto’s friends from Guildford. On the top of that, we met Neus, a crazy girl from Barcelona – all the videos in the post to her credit – , Montse, Inma and I suppose more… sorry to be that bad with names. Nevertheless, we were a lot of people there, something as 90% of us Spanish. And as soon as I arrived and I got my first Guinness I knew the nite was going to be one of those: Extremoduro, Marea, Platero y Tu and this kind of music started to sing in the pre-concert party, everybody became crazy singing, everything was all good.

Alberto 'The Clown', with Inma, before the gig

And after that, the gig. Well, the comedy show, I may say. Not because they didn’t play good music – they somehow achieved to perform – but because the intervals between songs were even better than the songs themselves. El Sevilla presenting a ‘El Puto’ – the drummer, on the pic on the right – and his son, ‘El Hijo del Puto’ – guitarist. El Sevilla stealing the wig of the other guitarist. El Sevilla drinking shots of Anis del Mono, and the crawd shouting BEBE BEBE BEBE. The classic ‘Alcohol Alcohol Alcohol, hemos venido a emborracharnos, el resultado nos da igual’ . Hell, they even played a song in English… well, sort of. And everybody, absolutely everybody there, had a great laugh, forgot for a moment they were leaving in the perfidious Albion – not that I have anything to complain about, to be honest – and felt instead like if they have a couple of Mahou beers and an Spanish omelette in the table.

Probably the best beer of the World?

They played for a long time, they recorded it for a Canal Sur program – skip it until the end, where the gig is… the rest is quite lame – and they had everybody drunk, happy and relaxed at the same time.

Here go some videos courtesy of Neus…

Mojinos in English

Shakira Shakira!!

And the remarkable Alcoooooooohoooooooooooooool!!!

And the gig finished. And it was still about 12 o’clock at night, and almost everybody stayed for the after party. Which, I have to say, was the most Spanish party I have ever been in London. No Sevillanas, thanks to God, but plenty of Rodriguez, Loquillo, pop rock, and even a bit of Reggeton. Yes, it is a shame, but in London sounds better… homesickness, I reckon. And loads and loads of pretty Erasmus girls, and Erasmus guys, and Spanish Londoners, and everything and more, and more. Almost everybody flirting – not me, I HAD a girlfriend at that point-, and some of them even being successful –that was obviously the less Spanish thing of the night. And absolutely everybody completely drunk at the end of the night, namely at 6 am in the morning. A couple of fags in the door, another ‘Alcohol Alcohol’, and everybody to the tube to sleep and tomorrow will be another day.

Really a remarkable night.