Saturday Night In Burgess Hill
Feb. 11th, 2004 12:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shermaramaAt the only pub in town that does live music. It's not quite where you expect a seven band punk extravaganza to happen, but happen it did, featuring (in ascending order of ascension of the bill) Oily Rag, the Bad Fucks (rendered primly and only on running order as the Bad Fuxx), the Anti-Skeptics, Slaughterhouse 57, Hateball, Deadline and Beerzone. Deadline bear away the bell as clearly the best band of the evening. They were absurdly energetic, being driven by a highly elasticated drummer, playing nothing too complex but playing it with such conviction and deftness that there was nothing to be done but dance to it. They had a bit of a fan base along but so did many of the other bands; still no-one got as much all round enthusiasm.
We managed to mostly clear the room. Given that almost the only people in it at the time were parents, school or college mates of the two bands we were sandwiched between, this probably means we're getting something right. Not that either Oily Rag (effective covers of punk classics like Sham 69's 'Hurry Up Harry', all in braces and flat caps) or the Anti-Skeptics (bunch of lads who look like they started with punk but would secretly like to be nu-metal; a song they introduced as a new one featured much in the way of chuggery) were such a complete mismatch, more that their fans didn't really get what we're trying to do. Or some such lame excuse. Those that liked it, liked it a lot, however, including one who recognised the GG Allin cover and jumped on stage to sing along.
We managed to mostly clear the room. Given that almost the only people in it at the time were parents, school or college mates of the two bands we were sandwiched between, this probably means we're getting something right. Not that either Oily Rag (effective covers of punk classics like Sham 69's 'Hurry Up Harry', all in braces and flat caps) or the Anti-Skeptics (bunch of lads who look like they started with punk but would secretly like to be nu-metal; a song they introduced as a new one featured much in the way of chuggery) were such a complete mismatch, more that their fans didn't really get what we're trying to do. Or some such lame excuse. Those that liked it, liked it a lot, however, including one who recognised the GG Allin cover and jumped on stage to sing along.