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The first support were Firebird. I completely missed them, having been having fun with the security check. A previous review shows what I thought of them last time, and though I'm prepared to give almost everything a second chance, I might wait til they've had more time to see the error of their ways and disband in mutual disgust.
Security checks at gigs are such a farce. Separate searches for men and women, obviously. Only the female bouncer waved me over to the male ones and hadn't time for explanations. The male bouncer went through my jacket, bags, trousers, everything, as is their usual practice. Odd how he failed to notice, then, the large lumpy things, the ones held onto my chest by a cunning sling hidden under my shirt..
Second support.. you know, I don't think anyone in the place can have missed who they were. Danko Jones is very certain about three things in life. One, that he is Danko Jones, two, that sex is *great*, and three, the only thing anywhere near as good is rock'n'roll. The band as a whole is a very tight three piece based around a monolithic drum sound. Danko's nothing special as a guitarist, the bass player does a splendid job of filling everything out. Their buzz-cut heads swivel and snap like they'd like to have long hair but the nurse won't let them. The lyrics are stupidly simple - 'If you want to play the blues, you gotta get yourself a woman' (rpt to infinity) and mostly serve the purpose of reminding us that one, Danko Jones is definitely Danko Jones, two, sex is *great*, and three.. you've got the idea. Not exactly challenging, musically, but in-yer-face, well done and a lot of fun.
Monster Magnet absolutely ruled last night. They were everything you could ask Monster Magnet to be, I reckon. Dave Wyndorf was in fine form, looking good, sounding flawless, totally in control. Everyone else in the band has to pale by comparison in terms of impact but all the music was just.. right. Everyone got everything right, and everyone was playing together as a band in fine form, from the massive opener Tractor to the very end of the encore. About half the set was new material and went down pretty well. They even made a storming success of a cover of The Right Stuff, from the Rober Calvert concept album Captain Lockheed and the Star Fighters. That encore was a triumphal Negasonic Teenage Warhead followed by an astounding Spine of God. Lord Wyndorf of the Mighty Codpiece was in such control of the place that he managed to add a couple of choruses of American Pie in the middle - and it worked. You may recall the last word of that chorus being 'die'? Y'see, now it all makes sense in a way it never did before, it just needed singing the right way. American Pie was clearly a stoner anthem waiting to happen, a preface to smashing up a guitar in a triumphal ending of a massive gig, wasn't it?
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The first support were Firebird. I completely missed them, having been having fun with the security check. A previous review shows what I thought of them last time, and though I'm prepared to give almost everything a second chance, I might wait til they've had more time to see the error of their ways and disband in mutual disgust.
Security checks at gigs are such a farce. Separate searches for men and women, obviously. Only the female bouncer waved me over to the male ones and hadn't time for explanations. The male bouncer went through my jacket, bags, trousers, everything, as is their usual practice. Odd how he failed to notice, then, the large lumpy things, the ones held onto my chest by a cunning sling hidden under my shirt..
Second support.. you know, I don't think anyone in the place can have missed who they were. Danko Jones is very certain about three things in life. One, that he is Danko Jones, two, that sex is *great*, and three, the only thing anywhere near as good is rock'n'roll. The band as a whole is a very tight three piece based around a monolithic drum sound. Danko's nothing special as a guitarist, the bass player does a splendid job of filling everything out. Their buzz-cut heads swivel and snap like they'd like to have long hair but the nurse won't let them. The lyrics are stupidly simple - 'If you want to play the blues, you gotta get yourself a woman' (rpt to infinity) and mostly serve the purpose of reminding us that one, Danko Jones is definitely Danko Jones, two, sex is *great*, and three.. you've got the idea. Not exactly challenging, musically, but in-yer-face, well done and a lot of fun.
Monster Magnet absolutely ruled last night. They were everything you could ask Monster Magnet to be, I reckon. Dave Wyndorf was in fine form, looking good, sounding flawless, totally in control. Everyone else in the band has to pale by comparison in terms of impact but all the music was just.. right. Everyone got everything right, and everyone was playing together as a band in fine form, from the massive opener Tractor to the very end of the encore. About half the set was new material and went down pretty well. They even made a storming success of a cover of The Right Stuff, from the Rober Calvert concept album Captain Lockheed and the Star Fighters. That encore was a triumphal Negasonic Teenage Warhead followed by an astounding Spine of God. Lord Wyndorf of the Mighty Codpiece was in such control of the place that he managed to add a couple of choruses of American Pie in the middle - and it worked. You may recall the last word of that chorus being 'die'? Y'see, now it all makes sense in a way it never did before, it just needed singing the right way. American Pie was clearly a stoner anthem waiting to happen, a preface to smashing up a guitar in a triumphal ending of a massive gig, wasn't it?