Quidnunc (kneeshooter) wrote,
Quidnunc
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New Model Army Raw Melody Men

Well, what can I say? It was a stonking gig. Despite probably having a photo-pass I didn't take the camera, and instead decided to risk life and limb on the (edge) of the mosh pit.

The venue is tiny ( ~250 capacity and about 20' max across the front) and was as cleany layered as a good trifle - a layer of cream at the front where people pressed themselves against the barriers, a custard of mosh, then a fruit layer of more restrained individuals nodding their heads sagely and wishing they were fat/bald enough to hack it in the centre.

I can't remember a lot about the set-list, but I threw caution (and my foot) to the wind and while keeping my (wildly non-comformist) KMFDM t-shirt on I bounced, punched and pushed my way through the set. Only once was I caught off-guard and ended up in the middle of the fray, but fortunately I wasn't crushed to death.

My sweaty-body-rescue score was I think 3 "saves" and 4 "assists". Quite respectable.

Highlight, apart from getting in free, was the Superman-esque transformation at about song 2 or 3 when mild-mannered men dressed from GAP ripped off their t-shirts to reveal extensive tattoos and glistening torsos that made them look as if they had stepped from the shower. Ahem. Enough of that. I was tempted to get a tattoo and eat more pies in preparation for later in the year, but we will see.

Worst thing about the gig was the light on the stage was superb, and if I'd had the camera I'd have had some nice shots of Justin. (Did you know he recently fulfilled a lifelong ambition and travelled across the Atlantic in a freighter?)

I'd rate it as one of the best gigs I've seen this year, and certainly the venue made it one of the best three NMA gigs I've been to, if not the best.



Then it was off to Eddies for a refreshing couple of hours in the company-of-goths.

On Friday Eddies was much quieter, and taking inspiration from a number of the women circling around my life I decided to go a little bit smarter, but rather than dig out a pair of work trousers I risked the rather-fine-skirt provided to me for my birthday last year. I was surprised that I could be so comfortable in it in a small town, quiet club. Music was ++good though and a thankful lack of the half-dozen Rammstein tracks that one can find oneself exposed to there. (Not to say Rammstein are bad - but really - one or two maybe, not an entire album ok?!)

Saturday was comparitively heaving. I don't like the mix as much but it was nice to meet some assorted goths and their glamourous assistants. Flirting was mostly confined to my head as I came over all shy, and the music left me uninspired in places (Oh! Prodigy, they ft perfectly in the definition of HYBRID, all the best in 80's / New Romantic / Industrial with John!) and the 80s contribution seemed to be putting a.n.other compilation CD on for half an hour while having a break.

Still, holaholaamigos agreed to let me inflict share my unique taste on SNFNGS at some point (interested in sharing lupercal?) - though I suspect this is mainly membership card induced guilt.



I think I can safely stop rambling now, as I have an appointment with philoko and his Earnest endeavours with camera in tow. However, for those of you interested in camera-porn, or simply humouring me:
And I must hug my camera more - as it has been discontinued for a shinier model. Hmmm, now where did I put my credit card...

And finally - Doonesbury. It'd be funny if it wasn't true.
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