Last nights gig at Southampton was an unusual affair – it was in a rock pub somewhere on the outskirts of the town. The venue is quite nice in a pub-with-backroom kind of way, nice large stage so you don’t have to put the guitarist in the audience because he doesn’t fit on stage.
I arrived in time for Tracer, if the billing order I have to hand is anything to go by. They were awful. The kind of awful that is somehow inspiring, because if they can be not-bottom of the bill that means theres a space in this world for someone as musically untalented as me.
Next, after a somewhat disorganised pizza break, were Voices of Masada, who appear not to have left the late 80s underground goth scene, its a nice big sound, all full of reverb and guitars that don’t know when to stop. The incident with the pants and the mohawk happened sometime around here, but they deserve it for being too serious.
Then DUST, driven entirely by enthusiasm, or maybe drugs, its a bit difficult to tell. I don’t really have much to say about these guys – they’re more of the same. It was about this time I regretted not joining the pizza run.
Finally Screaming Banshee Aircrew. I love these guys, they’re enthusiastic, not too serious and have some damned fine music. Ed went on a walkabout to find the range of his wireless microphone, and the set culminated in the collection of a number of dancers from the audience to join the band on stage…somewhat depleting the crowd. The CDs are fabulous – I’ve heard them in a club context before but listening to them in the car on the way home they’ve got far more edge than live, and they’re pretty edgy in the flesh.
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