UPDATE:
I have Danko Jones, Million Dead and Eighties Matchbox interviews on their way folks, but am going to wait until my first set goes up before I post them.
Apologies...but hopefully they'll be worth the wait....until then heres my review of Eighties Matchbox B-Line Distaster's gig earlier this year
xb
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Prior to attending The Eighties Matchbox B-line Disaster gig I had their critically acclaimed album Horse Of The Dog on repeat to get me in the mood and couldnt help noticing that for someone so young, lead singer Guy McKnight claims that hes a man rather a lot and in my wise old age of 26 I smiled wanly at the folly of youth.
Stood near the front of the stage a few hours later that smile was surreptitiously wiped from my face and replaced with a very bitten lip. Not since the Elvis 68 comeback special has a man, yes God damn it a man, stood so casually, caustically, exactly representing just what sexual deviance is.
After dragging my eyes away and around the venue (Fortress Studios) I could see that every man, woman and dog was following my thought pattern - well for safety purposes Id like to think not exactly the thoughts I had in mind, but anyway I digress.
When I saw them last it was in Reykjavik and I couldnt see the stage for flailing limbs and overexcited punk metal fans and thanked my lucky stars I had a good view this time. I brought a friend with me who didnt really know Eighties Matchboxs particular brand of psycho-billy punk rock but she along with everyone else within the four sweaty dark walls were moving as much as they could.
Admittedly this wasnt a great deal for although the sold-out venue provided enough space, the audience were inexorably drawn towards the stage until I felt there might be more than an outside chance of someone falling pregnant.
There have been comparisons to the Cramps, Nick Cave and Iggy Pop, but I still think a demonic Elvis fits the bill. The writhing, sweating, pouting figure of lead singer Guy McKnight flanked by a wall of sound clambering all over the stage, the speakers, and over anyone who could get themselves close enough.
This is what guitars were made for. This is what all those Hollyoaks goth wannabes need shoving right up their asses. Fuck stripy tights and corporate shiny Nu Metal sing-alongs. This is what you need a heavy dose of, and no spoon full of sugar will save you from the true taste.
Eighties Matchbox are, in actual fact, the nuts. Watching them live is as close as you can get to wrestling with a tornado even though it rips through you leaving you feeling sweaty, breathless and beaten you cant help but look up from the debris and thank them for it.
Although its nothing like as much fun as seeing them live you can find out more about Eighties Matchbox by checking out www.eightiesmatchbox.com
I have Danko Jones, Million Dead and Eighties Matchbox interviews on their way folks, but am going to wait until my first set goes up before I post them.
Apologies...but hopefully they'll be worth the wait....until then heres my review of Eighties Matchbox B-Line Distaster's gig earlier this year
xb
******************************************
Prior to attending The Eighties Matchbox B-line Disaster gig I had their critically acclaimed album Horse Of The Dog on repeat to get me in the mood and couldnt help noticing that for someone so young, lead singer Guy McKnight claims that hes a man rather a lot and in my wise old age of 26 I smiled wanly at the folly of youth.
Stood near the front of the stage a few hours later that smile was surreptitiously wiped from my face and replaced with a very bitten lip. Not since the Elvis 68 comeback special has a man, yes God damn it a man, stood so casually, caustically, exactly representing just what sexual deviance is.
After dragging my eyes away and around the venue (Fortress Studios) I could see that every man, woman and dog was following my thought pattern - well for safety purposes Id like to think not exactly the thoughts I had in mind, but anyway I digress.
When I saw them last it was in Reykjavik and I couldnt see the stage for flailing limbs and overexcited punk metal fans and thanked my lucky stars I had a good view this time. I brought a friend with me who didnt really know Eighties Matchboxs particular brand of psycho-billy punk rock but she along with everyone else within the four sweaty dark walls were moving as much as they could.
Admittedly this wasnt a great deal for although the sold-out venue provided enough space, the audience were inexorably drawn towards the stage until I felt there might be more than an outside chance of someone falling pregnant.
There have been comparisons to the Cramps, Nick Cave and Iggy Pop, but I still think a demonic Elvis fits the bill. The writhing, sweating, pouting figure of lead singer Guy McKnight flanked by a wall of sound clambering all over the stage, the speakers, and over anyone who could get themselves close enough.
This is what guitars were made for. This is what all those Hollyoaks goth wannabes need shoving right up their asses. Fuck stripy tights and corporate shiny Nu Metal sing-alongs. This is what you need a heavy dose of, and no spoon full of sugar will save you from the true taste.
Eighties Matchbox are, in actual fact, the nuts. Watching them live is as close as you can get to wrestling with a tornado even though it rips through you leaving you feeling sweaty, breathless and beaten you cant help but look up from the debris and thank them for it.
Although its nothing like as much fun as seeing them live you can find out more about Eighties Matchbox by checking out www.eightiesmatchbox.com
VIEW 27 of 27 COMMENTS
2coolforschool:
Have you ever seen Danko Jones live? Id love to, but they have never some to town since I found out about them, so dissapointing.
tyler:
loved you set!!
