Pretty interesting 24 hours...

Pretty interesting last 24 Hours.

The Bleeding Through show was fun.

Both Brandon and Marta recognised me from the last three times they've played London. I told Marta that the Keyboards needed to be higher on the record, which I'm shure she took as a attempt to impress her, but to me it's the god's honest truth: the thing that separates Bleeding Through from all the other Metalcore Bands, especially now that everyone is going for a Swedish Sound, is their atmospherics.

For Bleeding Through's actual set I was up on the Balcony, thus I managed to have a great view and not get beat up. Actually, possibly due to the different venue or possibly due to their broadening fanbase, pit violence was kept to an impressive minimum.

And I got a really good view of Marta's corner from where I was. Just a note: she was basically miming/shouting along to Brandon the whole set. When are they going to give her a mic? Are they afraid that a brutal female vocalist is going to upstage the rest of the band, Walls of Jericho/Arch Enemy style?

Nevermind.

Also notable about the show: ran into Katie Parsons, Metal Hammer writer just back from America. And a couple of folk I suspect were Metal Press of some distinction, possibly Terrorizer.

The reason I suspected they were Terrorizer scribes was because I went to a new every-third-Friday Terrorizer organised thing upstairs at the Mean Fiddler afterwards, and they were there.

As was the Drummer in Hilary's band. Apparently the new guitarist was there as well, but went home after imbibing too much. Ha. Lightweight.

Drummer: You see much of Hilary?
Me: [Pause] Not as much as I used to.

Boom boom.

I one of the possible scribes I was talking to (a tall Italian bloke I had been swapping notes with during BT's set) introduced to me his friend Matt. Matt is another Australian, only he's ex Bezerker and now playing guitar in Akercocke, the Black/Death band from London.

Turn's out his flatmate is a Mortuary Assistant. He told me stories he'd heard about chainsaw murders and old women dying in bathtubs, to be found three weeks later. I told him stories my mother told me about fourteen-year-old girls with Herpes Sores from her knees to her navel and women with ectopic pregnancies rupturing during tennis games.

In between that I also got to meet the two guitarists from Dragonforce, one of whom was so drunk he could barely stand up. I predict rehab for him within the next year. I wonder if Ladbrokes will be in on it. Hmm.

I bugged out of there around three.

The bus ride home was more interesting than usual. I usually like to ride right up the front, since if I can't see where the bus is going I feel a little sick by the end. It seems to be restricted to when I ride at the top of the double decker buses late at night, weird but true.

Anyways, the front two seats were taken up by two drunk East European blokes that got on when I did up toward Marble Arch (I walked all the way up there to beat the crowds that get on opposite centrepoint.

I sat two behind them.

At centrepoint two pretty east european girls got on. They sat in the seat in front of me.

The until they got off a funny conversation erupted between all of us in a mixture of Estonian, Lithuanian, English and Russian took place.

I'll tell more about it later.

Right now, I have to go.

Over and out.

J