Friday: I'm so jaded with going to London that I didn't even realise where I was 'til I was walking down Oxford Street. Went to Sister Ray and got a Nick Cave album. I was walking to Virgin when this guy walking by my said "excuse me mate" and pressed down on the visor of my cap and continued walking without breaking stride, I still can't figure out what he was trying to do. Had a look around the Jazz section to kill time, saw Coltrane Plays The Blues for a fiver and thought I'd be a fool not to buy it. Read the Indie comics in Foleys then went up to Camden to get something to eat. Got to Islington, popped in Marks & Spencer's for something to drink, walked up to the Bar Academy, checked out the line for Shith going round the corner at the Academy below compared to the less than twenty hanging round for Send More Paramedics. I saw the drummer walk around and he nodded at me like he recognised me, well I've seen the guys band enough times over the years so it's not that surprising. Doors opened, SMP were selling a tape of unreleased stuff and their first demo, I've got a jack to connect a tape player to my computer so I'll try to record the songs onto it and convert them into MP3's.
Mutant: Last time I saw them I just thought they were alright but this time I really started to warm to them. To me it made perfect sense to have them on the bill, but you could tell their were Hardcore kids who didn't want an unashamedly Metal band at a show, Hardcore kids these days, they don't know where the music they love comes from unless it has something to do with Punk Rock. It was funny to hear the singer say "LET'S RAGE!" and then have all but three people stand perfectly still.
Your Demise: Oh yeah, there's a reason why I hate going to see Hardcore bands in London, pricks showing off in the pit with no concern for the people around them. This fat cunt went into me, knocking me into the edge of the bar resulting in a purple bruise on my hip, later he split some big guys pints, he grabbed him and told him he was going to buy him another one but the fat cunt just ignored him, they guy and his mate tried to corner him but the singer saw what was happening and said "look, I'LL buy you a fucking pint, just chill out." The guy whose pint got spilled watched the spiller for a couple of songs then went to the bar, it would have been cool if he lamped the cunt.
Send More Paramedics: The thing I wont miss about seeing SMP is that after they set up their equipment they have to put on their make up. After an agonizing half hour they hit stage, breaking with tradition B'hellmouth didn't go into the crowd then force his way onstage but jumped on the side holding a fake severed forearm and foot, they had one of the roadies dress as a Zombie and constantly get onstage and, not so much but slumber offstage and force his way through the crowd. They played really well and I even got to scream into the mic a few tiems, kept getting pushed over the stage by people behind, if someone to a picture when I got pushed onto the stage it would have looked like I was bumming the guy in front of me. When they played Zombie Crew there was a big stage invasion, after the first chorus B'hellmouth got offstage and sang in the crowd, I got next to him so I could sing into the mic, he stood on my trouser leg and wound up tearing them, fuck it, I've had them long enough anyway. They ended with Brains, it would have been good if they played Cannibal or Send More Paramedics but you can't have everything. Fuck, I'm going to miss that band.
Tore my trouser leg more running to get on the train to Victoria. Got a fruit salad and a litre of orange juice from Marks & Spencer's before getting on the fast train to Chatham. Got to Chatham and went straight into a taxi, too exhausted to bother with Tap, it's good to miss it ever week or so.
Mutant: Last time I saw them I just thought they were alright but this time I really started to warm to them. To me it made perfect sense to have them on the bill, but you could tell their were Hardcore kids who didn't want an unashamedly Metal band at a show, Hardcore kids these days, they don't know where the music they love comes from unless it has something to do with Punk Rock. It was funny to hear the singer say "LET'S RAGE!" and then have all but three people stand perfectly still.
Your Demise: Oh yeah, there's a reason why I hate going to see Hardcore bands in London, pricks showing off in the pit with no concern for the people around them. This fat cunt went into me, knocking me into the edge of the bar resulting in a purple bruise on my hip, later he split some big guys pints, he grabbed him and told him he was going to buy him another one but the fat cunt just ignored him, they guy and his mate tried to corner him but the singer saw what was happening and said "look, I'LL buy you a fucking pint, just chill out." The guy whose pint got spilled watched the spiller for a couple of songs then went to the bar, it would have been cool if he lamped the cunt.
Send More Paramedics: The thing I wont miss about seeing SMP is that after they set up their equipment they have to put on their make up. After an agonizing half hour they hit stage, breaking with tradition B'hellmouth didn't go into the crowd then force his way onstage but jumped on the side holding a fake severed forearm and foot, they had one of the roadies dress as a Zombie and constantly get onstage and, not so much but slumber offstage and force his way through the crowd. They played really well and I even got to scream into the mic a few tiems, kept getting pushed over the stage by people behind, if someone to a picture when I got pushed onto the stage it would have looked like I was bumming the guy in front of me. When they played Zombie Crew there was a big stage invasion, after the first chorus B'hellmouth got offstage and sang in the crowd, I got next to him so I could sing into the mic, he stood on my trouser leg and wound up tearing them, fuck it, I've had them long enough anyway. They ended with Brains, it would have been good if they played Cannibal or Send More Paramedics but you can't have everything. Fuck, I'm going to miss that band.
Tore my trouser leg more running to get on the train to Victoria. Got a fruit salad and a litre of orange juice from Marks & Spencer's before getting on the fast train to Chatham. Got to Chatham and went straight into a taxi, too exhausted to bother with Tap, it's good to miss it ever week or so.