Friday: So I'm working one day a week in the finance department at the municipal buildings in Gillingham scanning documents onto a computerthat's it, that's all my job entails. I have my own little office, which isn't as glamorous as it sounds because it has a broken radiator which can't be turned off and the room is packed with boxes of documents waiting to be scanned. You need a swipe card to get around the building which I have to turn in at the end of the day, they wont give to me as I'm sharing the job with another guy who comes in on Wednesdays and they're too cheap to make one for both of us, so every Friday I have to report to reception and get my supervisor to collect me. The gig started late as the first band too ages to find a parking space, I was amazed to see Discharge had a huge tour bus outside, there really must be a load of money in these reunions.
Visual Offence: I wasn't that taken by their side of the split seven inch with Volunteers but they sounded a lot better live, may have to give them a second chance.
No Flag: Utterly mental French Metalcore. The singer was running around the bar getting in peoples faces. I found it charming that his performance exuded Frenchness (there just seemed something of Marcel Marceau about him). Picked up their first album for two quid and a promo with songs on there forthcoming album for free, nice.
Cubensis Metaphysical Impact (well that's what it says on the flyer anyway): Young band with a very old singer walking around with a cane (from the wrap around his leg, I'd say his ankle was sprained), they put me in mind of a French Reasonable Doubt, in fact imagine Reasonable Doubt and Suicidal Tendencies with a French accent playing in your head and that's pretty much what they sounded like, only not as bad as that. Mills showed up after they started
Discharge: I do believe they are down to just one original member; to recap we have Rat from The Varrucas, Paul Hoddy from Conflict, some guy wearing a Broken Bones shirt who doesn't really look like Tezz and Bones, and amazingly they actually sound better for it, Bones actually seems to remember how to play now although he does still tune his guitar up to earsplitting volume. Had fun down front singing along to the old songs (even got to scream into the mic a good few times) and took some pictures during the new stuff I don't care about.
Had a chat with Louise then said bye to Mills and headed for Gillingham train station. Had a mini argument with an old pissed up bloke who didn't believe he missed his train to Abbey Wood, thankfully that was the only skirmish that took place considering the amount of pikeys about. Got to the Tap, found Chris in his usual belligerent drunken state asking me for hugs and kisses (there's something fruity going on with that boy I swear). It was alright for about half an hour before I remembered they play diabolically shit music there, lasted 'til half one and left for a taxi home.
Visual Offence: I wasn't that taken by their side of the split seven inch with Volunteers but they sounded a lot better live, may have to give them a second chance.
No Flag: Utterly mental French Metalcore. The singer was running around the bar getting in peoples faces. I found it charming that his performance exuded Frenchness (there just seemed something of Marcel Marceau about him). Picked up their first album for two quid and a promo with songs on there forthcoming album for free, nice.
Cubensis Metaphysical Impact (well that's what it says on the flyer anyway): Young band with a very old singer walking around with a cane (from the wrap around his leg, I'd say his ankle was sprained), they put me in mind of a French Reasonable Doubt, in fact imagine Reasonable Doubt and Suicidal Tendencies with a French accent playing in your head and that's pretty much what they sounded like, only not as bad as that. Mills showed up after they started
Discharge: I do believe they are down to just one original member; to recap we have Rat from The Varrucas, Paul Hoddy from Conflict, some guy wearing a Broken Bones shirt who doesn't really look like Tezz and Bones, and amazingly they actually sound better for it, Bones actually seems to remember how to play now although he does still tune his guitar up to earsplitting volume. Had fun down front singing along to the old songs (even got to scream into the mic a good few times) and took some pictures during the new stuff I don't care about.
Had a chat with Louise then said bye to Mills and headed for Gillingham train station. Had a mini argument with an old pissed up bloke who didn't believe he missed his train to Abbey Wood, thankfully that was the only skirmish that took place considering the amount of pikeys about. Got to the Tap, found Chris in his usual belligerent drunken state asking me for hugs and kisses (there's something fruity going on with that boy I swear). It was alright for about half an hour before I remembered they play diabolically shit music there, lasted 'til half one and left for a taxi home.
Wait I take that back, I do own the Discharge - Hear Nothing, See Nothing, Say Nothing album.