Here's what happened: Upon arrival we pondered the complex nature of the job at hand; how were we to turn this slick crypt into a place fit enough for a prostitute? Below Scottie (lights) and Ryan (sound) think and gesticulate.
One solution to our quandary was the employ the use of a snazzy showbiz mirror ball. I think you'll agree, she is rather lovely. Each tiny mirror hand glued with the rarest Indonesian Cuckoo Spit. It took at least seven or eight minutes to construct.*
An attractive banner and some black balloons can also jazz a place up somewhat. Ellie, Maxie and Mark trotted off up the city to find the treasures fit enough for our crypt of doom.
*the bastard thing actually too 5 hours. NEVER AGAIN.
Then people started arriving with their swanky wristbands and it was time for the shoe shuffling to begin. Lady Panther kicked off proceedings in a welcome manner. Unassuming but riotous scuzz-pop, we were dragged by our ears into a cesspit of garage rock bliss and screaming blues infused vocals. Sweet, they looked like this:
And then they looked like this:
Two pints later and it was time for Gun Crime to show us their stuff, these boys legged it up from Hitchin (where that guitarist in Fever Fever comes from).
With a brand new singer and some killer trance-inducing vocals, Gun Crime pounded and strummed until our necks ached from the bobbing and our toes from the tapping. A bit of Luke's drum stick also landed in that singer from Fever Fever's eye, she reacted with the usual calm and nonchalance that she is so famous for.
Afterwards they looked like this:
Three pints later and the Fever Fever parents have retreated to the back of the room where they take to their stools and crane their necks, Master Solo's moustache dye is beginning to run, Jan (our German friend) has sported his zebra skin loafers and Fever Fever are beginning to slur their words. The perfect setting for The Brownies to take the stage.
And fuck did they take the stage. Our brains exploded and our hearts swelled as The Browns did what we know and love them for. With their fresh and heavy new direction they tore it up, chewed it, spat it out and stamped on it. We watched in open mouthed amazement whilst for half an hour, everything seemed OK with the world. If everyone was a Brownie, I think it would be. Mike Brownie, we salute you. Go bang those drums in Leeds and make a racket for Norwich.
With setlists written and Smit poised and ready to go we only went and played. Hells bloody bells. We were a bit tipsy but like the old saying goes, a lubricated mind is a lubricated voice is a lubricated soul. That's what Ellie told me anyway, and she did history A level.
Songs were played, social faux pas' were made and we had a blast. Mousey Bearsuit even crowd surfed, whether or not this was voluntary isn't clear, but who the fuck cares, yay Mousey!
Songs were played, social faux pas' were made and we had a blast. Mousey Bearsuit even crowd surfed, whether or not this was voluntary isn't clear, but who the fuck cares, yay Mousey!
And so it ends. A good time was had by all in this sweat infested den. A huge thank-you to The Brownies, Gun Crime and Lady Panther for playing with us, I have provided youtube clips of each band perfoming at the end of the blog. Watch and enjoy.
Ryan: A trooper of a soundman who worked 13 hours straight because he loves music, he loves engineering and he loves his friends. Thanks Ryan.
Scotland: "The Lights Man". Thanks-you for making the place look dirty pretty and for helping set things up. We loves you.
Special thanks so the wonderful people who provided most of the photographs and video used in this blog: Maxie Gedge, Annie Catwoman, Racheal Everson, Flob, Sarah Hines and Lauren Byrnes. They are incredible.
Mostly thank-you to YOU if you came down and helped make it a bloody marvellous evening. See you next time, don't forget our EP launch at (the far larger, eek!) Norwich Arts Centre on June 19th (no England match, we checked). Love you all from us three bitches xxx
Ryan: A trooper of a soundman who worked 13 hours straight because he loves music, he loves engineering and he loves his friends. Thanks Ryan.
Scotland: "The Lights Man". Thanks-you for making the place look dirty pretty and for helping set things up. We loves you.
Special thanks so the wonderful people who provided most of the photographs and video used in this blog: Maxie Gedge, Annie Catwoman, Racheal Everson, Flob, Sarah Hines and Lauren Byrnes. They are incredible.
Mostly thank-you to YOU if you came down and helped make it a bloody marvellous evening. See you next time, don't forget our EP launch at (the far larger, eek!) Norwich Arts Centre on June 19th (no England match, we checked). Love you all from us three bitches xxx
"she reacted with the usual calm and nonchalance that she is so famous for."
ReplyDeleteLOLZZZ
NONCHALANCE. WHAT A WORD.
and you are famous worldwide for it.
great blog rosie, great blog.
xx