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Queen Adreena seem to be starting a quite extensive tour on Wednesday in Leeds. Then Manchester, Liverpool, Edinburgh, Aberdeen, Newcastle, Burnley, Coventry, Colchester, Peterborough, Chelmsford, Milton Keynes, Gloucester, Cardiff, Swansea, Portsmouth, Nottingham, Dudley, Shrewsbury, Leicester, Brighton, London, Oxford and Harlow. I'd give you the dates, but I can't cut and paste from their fuckwitted flash-only webshite.

Of course, a 24-date UK tour wasn't as unusual way back when. These days it's often half a dozen gigs in the south and midlands. Nice to see that someone's still prepared to put the hours in.

The Observer's got extracts from Cobain's diaries in the mag today. It includes my favourite quotation - the one I'm tempted to put in big bright bold letters on a shirt or jacket to wear to a rock club.

I WOULD ONLY WEAR A TIE DYED T SHIRT IF IT WERE DYED WITH THE URINE OF PHIL COLLINS AND THE BLOOD OF JERRY GARCIA.

The wrong people die young.

Friday was the pub. Sarah the Pilot was there, and I arranged to meet her at the airfield sometime during Saturday afternoon to go gliding again. After I got home, just after midnight, I got a mail from her saying that I shouldn't bother because Pyro had just successfully roped her into another all-night drinking session. He later denied responsibility.

So instead I went to the KSR again to shoot some pool with grahamb. I won a respectable proportion of the games and chatted to various people as they turned up, including eviltwinemma and her cousin. Later I sloped off home for a bite to eat and then went back to the KSR for the Metal Hamster tour that the Rocksoc were putting on. The first band were Flick. Some poeple admired the way they mixed styles and were obviously enthusiastic about what they were doing. I didn't think much of it worled and the vocalist should either be comprehensible or vocally impressive. YPYMYTYC. They may go interesting places in time. Second was Bardo, a three-piece punkish outfit from (I think) London. Now, my first reaction when I see that a band has a pretty blonde in a short clingy dress on bass is not actually a good one. When I realise she can't sing, it doesn't get better. My impression of them improved, though, when I realised that the stringy bloke on guitar can't sing either, but neither of them's going to let that get in the way. They hollered their way through the songs in a moderately pleasing way. They could have done with a bit more energy, though.

The third band were Throat, who're from Larne and have apparently been working with Andy Cairns recently. They're a confident bunch playing what's probably fairly mainstream hard rock these days. Not bad. Finally, the headliners, the Pornorphans. They're from Finland, they've got a Scandiwegian sex goddess in a tiny skirt on vocals and they play, as far as I could tell, pop-metal. Have I mentioned that Queen Adreena are touring soon?

After baling, I went over to my friend Chris' place for his housewarming. Several friends I wasn't expecting to see had turned up (Jane McKie, Judith and Dr Mr Paul Blair, swisstone), and the only person I had assumed would actually be there (Judy S) wasn't, so I'll have to mail her at some point and see what she's up to. People were cheery, odd stories were swapped, I met at least one friend-of-friend that I have been assumed already to know, and Tony was being cryptic about something.

And then I went home to bed and got about 5 hours' sleep. Today I've been reading the paper. After that I'll tidy up, do some washing and hopefully finish the Brookmyre.

The end.

PS - the Grauniad's website doesn't like Opera, but at least they have the decency to apologise for it. Something to do with cookie-handling, apparently, and they're working on it.
Now, my first reaction when I see that a band has a pretty blonde in a short clingy dress on bass is not actually a good one.

Why ever not? I thought most heterosexual men would have had a very good reaction to such a thing.
It generally means the band are going to be terrible. There's nearly always someone just as pretty to watch in the audience, if alternative entertainment is needed.
"The first band were Flick. Some poeple admired the way they mixed styles and were obviously enthusiastic about what they were doing. I didn't think much of it worled and the vocalist should either be comprehensible or vocally impressive. YPYMYTYC. They may go interesting places in time."

Flict weren't exactly my thing either... I've never been interested in mixing rap with rock music (with the notable exceptions of Faith No More, Godflesh, a fantastic mix by Arcturus and probably a couple of others I've forgotten) but at least these guys could actaully manage the rapped bits - unlike the white trash nonsense of Limp Bizkit et al. At the moment though, they're still pretty generic, but hey, they're still pretty young.

"Second was Bardo, a three-piece punkish outfit from (I think) London. Now, my first reaction when I see that a band has a pretty blonde in a short clingy dress on bass is not actually a good one. When I realise she can't sing, it doesn't get better. My impression of them improved, though, when I realised that the stringy bloke on guitar can't sing either, but neither of them's going to let that get in the way. They hollered their way through the songs in a moderately pleasing way. They could have done with a bit more energy, though."

My low point of the night I'm afraid. I still put forward Sean Yseult as a decent bassist who just happens to be blonde and pretty :-) The Bardo smacked a little too much of Placebo for my tastes, but you're right that a lack of talent didn't appear to dampen their enthusiasm any.

"The third band were Throat, who're from Larne and have apparently been working with Andy Cairns recently. They're a confident bunch playing what's probably fairly mainstream hard rock these days. Not bad."

I'd been led to believe Throat were pretty dreadful but I'm glad to say they proved me wrong by putting in a solid performance. There are definitely Therapy? references, and they remind me a lot of Kerbdog, but in a kinda good way (I never really got Kerbdog). Quite a nice mixture of punk and rawk, with a bit of stoner thrown in here and there. Also the only band I was sober enough to reliably comment on :-) By the way, have I mentioned Andy Cairns is going to be DJing at WUS tomorrow :-)?

"Finally, the headliners, the Pornorphans. They're from Finland, they've got a Scandiwegian sex goddess in a tiny skirt on vocals and they play, as far as I could tell, pop-metal. Have I mentioned that Queen Adreena are touring soon?"

Aargh, Queen Adreena. Saw them with Rollins and they were *dreadful*. Urgh. Also, aargh, Pornorphans, though they were pretty nice people. Can't remember their set much, but what I can was a bit like Garbage. This should be a good thing, but inexplicably isn't... Oh well, most of the people there seemed to enjoy it and that's the main thing. And we only lost about twenty quid which I believe is some sort of record for us. The next couple are a bit more up my street, but far and away the one I'm most excited about is February 15th St Valentine's Day Massacre! They've let me loose on this one so I'm going to try and get Criminal (Chilean but currently residing in Cambridge!) and Mulch from Wales. Must find a third band...

ObNitpick: Sean Yseult was not "pretty". Damn sexy, yes (I wish I hadn't lost that Metal Hammer poster.) But not "pretty".