Today I moved, leaving behind six months of misery in West Hampstead. I’ll spare you the long story, but suffice to say I moved there to be nearer to the love of my life, we promptly split up and I couldn’t but be constantly reminded of her every time I trooped home. But now, in lovely Canonbury, I feel anew: staring at people and smiling; gazing up mysterious lanes with kidlike curiosity; thrilling at every neat-looking shop or building. It’s like life just got louder and more visceral, as though I’ve re-awakened after a period when I didn’t know I was asleep. The fresh, frank rock of new London act Parties chimes with my mood – they’re noisy, but not in a needlessly-ear-bashing way.