Sunday Night Again
Hey All,
It's been an interesting weekend.
Friday I think I've written about. Now I just need to write about it in a more formal way.
Saturday was the Metal and Hardcore all-dayer at The Dome at Tufnell Park. I meant to get there earlier in case tickets sold out and I couldn't get in (remember that the last Berzerker Show was at the Gararge, and I do remember it being reasonably well attended). However I had fish to fry here (cds to burn for people, domestic stuff etc) so I did't actually get there until about Half Five. Thanks to the stopping/starting Northern line I got talking to a pretty Physio-Therapist from Melbourne. She had a Michael Franti CD she couldn't get out out its shrink wrap, I've still got sharp nails (shorter than they used to be but still razor like). I told her about seeing the Disposable Heroes (Michael Franti's pre-solo band) back at the start of 1993 with Sonic Youth.
Tufnell Park I jumped out and was just happened to get talking to a longhair who asked me if I was going to the gig, because he needed directions to the venue. I showed him the way, and in return he gave me a face value price on a ticket he had (each band had to sell fifty tickets each, or horrible pay-to-play situation hence him selling tickets on behalf of his friends).
I needn't have worried; the show was about half full, and the support bands were not really anything to write home about, with the exception of a Laptop-Jockey blasting out metal mashed with Gabba.
I did get to see some friends of mine. A journalist pal of mine and a freelance photographer who is just starting out (she has already had stuff in Metal Hammer, Rock Sound and Terrorizer).
The venue was a weird kind of hall with a stage at one end that looked like it dated back to the Big Band Era (despite not being big enough for a Big Band). The Gabba DJ's sets produced so much bass the the ceiling started to shake, showering fine debris, and the rain outside backed up something or other, producing a bizarre musty smell.
But the The Berzerker was brilliant. Their set was even more intense than the show back in February, I think (will check) and the mosh pit was absolutely insane. I loved it, especially since the tall stage and thinner crowd meant that I didn't have to be right up the front to enjoy the set.
They closed with a furious cover of Corporeal Jigsore Quandary by Carcass (interestingly, I saw Bill Steer's Classic Rock band earlier this week - what a different direction he has taken).
With a huge smile on my face I headed over to Slimes to kick back until dawn, then took the tube back to homebase.
Tonight I scribble, and polish and scribble.
And make a list of stuff to do this week.
More soon if I think of anything.
Over and out.
-J
It's been an interesting weekend.
Friday I think I've written about. Now I just need to write about it in a more formal way.
Saturday was the Metal and Hardcore all-dayer at The Dome at Tufnell Park. I meant to get there earlier in case tickets sold out and I couldn't get in (remember that the last Berzerker Show was at the Gararge, and I do remember it being reasonably well attended). However I had fish to fry here (cds to burn for people, domestic stuff etc) so I did't actually get there until about Half Five. Thanks to the stopping/starting Northern line I got talking to a pretty Physio-Therapist from Melbourne. She had a Michael Franti CD she couldn't get out out its shrink wrap, I've still got sharp nails (shorter than they used to be but still razor like). I told her about seeing the Disposable Heroes (Michael Franti's pre-solo band) back at the start of 1993 with Sonic Youth.
Tufnell Park I jumped out and was just happened to get talking to a longhair who asked me if I was going to the gig, because he needed directions to the venue. I showed him the way, and in return he gave me a face value price on a ticket he had (each band had to sell fifty tickets each, or horrible pay-to-play situation hence him selling tickets on behalf of his friends).
I needn't have worried; the show was about half full, and the support bands were not really anything to write home about, with the exception of a Laptop-Jockey blasting out metal mashed with Gabba.
I did get to see some friends of mine. A journalist pal of mine and a freelance photographer who is just starting out (she has already had stuff in Metal Hammer, Rock Sound and Terrorizer).
The venue was a weird kind of hall with a stage at one end that looked like it dated back to the Big Band Era (despite not being big enough for a Big Band). The Gabba DJ's sets produced so much bass the the ceiling started to shake, showering fine debris, and the rain outside backed up something or other, producing a bizarre musty smell.
But the The Berzerker was brilliant. Their set was even more intense than the show back in February, I think (will check) and the mosh pit was absolutely insane. I loved it, especially since the tall stage and thinner crowd meant that I didn't have to be right up the front to enjoy the set.
They closed with a furious cover of Corporeal Jigsore Quandary by Carcass (interestingly, I saw Bill Steer's Classic Rock band earlier this week - what a different direction he has taken).
With a huge smile on my face I headed over to Slimes to kick back until dawn, then took the tube back to homebase.
Tonight I scribble, and polish and scribble.
And make a list of stuff to do this week.
More soon if I think of anything.
Over and out.
-J
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