The redder Tom's face got and the more exasperated his Scottish slurs became I knew things were fucking up on a large scale. Apparently there was a mis-communication on the times. I decided the best idea was to retire to bar with Mick while it got sorted. It didn’t.
I then spent an unfortunate 45 minutes watching a Swedish death metal band sound check. I don’t know if you have ever endured a sound check but its basically like Chinese water torture for the ears … 1.. 2 ….1 ….2 …. Dum….dum…dum….dum. Painful; and given death metal is not known for it musical merit and introspective lyrics I’m not sure it was entirely necessary.
I was informed that we now had to leave the Monarch and go over to Dingwalls to see ‘Is Tropical’ from Scotland. Scotland and Tropical … well I’ll leave you to make you own jokes.
They all wear multi coloured masks over their faces which makes me think they are planning a bank heist of a calippo stand rather than a gig. They plough that much furrowed field of dance rock. Nothing more to say on that really…..
After them it was back to the Monarch to watch Maxifield but not before a surprise solo slot from some bloke from the Rifles.
Who was Shit.
You cant help but think that somewhere there is a teenage son missing a maintenance cheque to keep these codgers going. If only I was the one with fucking the rifle…Maxfield on the other hand were much better, a soul, rock, funk hybrid (not as bad as it sounds) who’s frontwoman put every once of effort in her body for a really non-deserving crowd.
Then it was back to Dingwalls for the end of Good Shoes who’s time in the sun I thought had passed, pleasantly I was surprised, they were in fine form and when we got there the lunitics had taken over the asylum and the place was a mad as a box of psychedelic frogs. With limbs flailing and legs going everywhere the whole show collapsed in on itself in a mass stage invasion.
Day three done, I’ll see you all tomorrow.
Posted In Gobshout Gig Challenge, Apr 22 2010.
Words - Chris Barrett