The New Roscoe - December 17th By Seb
New Roscoe?!? What's a one o them then?, well if you had bothered to show up you would have known it was just another place to be stunned by the ever powerful Beat-o-matic.
Now many supporters showed up to this gig, a few was enough. As I entered the venue I noticed the members of Vinyl Beat huddled in a corner like scared mice watching the current band (forgive me for not knowing names) [the piskiesits]. After getting the first pint o the night down, our small fellowship wandered into the poolroom hoping for a game, alas no table was free so it was back to the corner for another drink. While Pete played patience with himself to calm himself down, we laughed and joked amongst ourselves, whilst Doni was being harrassed by some man who bore a striking resemblance to Pete's Dad. However this guy was Irish and only wanted to change a pound, the whole thing was blown completely out of proportion. The usual taxi man came in shouting "Taxi for Dave" of course there is never a "Dave", just a way for taxi men to get some attention at once, and maybe the odd bit o conversation.
Before we knew it, it was Showtime.
The show started smoothly with "Ever Changing Eyes", but at the beginning of the second song "Gonna Go Far", it was quite blatant that things wern't going to plan. Melias's guitar wasn't working, Pete had gone home, Gant was swinging from the rafters and Stanny was taking a shite. Well actually none of this was actually happening, with the exception of Melias guitar not working.
Battling on, the beat struggled through the second song, with little/none of Melias guitar and Gant looking quite perplexed, as a the humming sound of "Dammit by blink 182" vibrated from his lips.
"Get some rock and roll on, whats up wi ya lad?".... oh boy, there's always one, seems the hecklers were out in force tonight. I say out in force, I mean one guy, probably wrecked beyond belief, murmuring something in the silence between songs. Unphased by this, Vinyl Beat carried on with the set, busting out tuned with 1 and a half guitars, a bit o bass, and some shaky drumming. I say shaky, but until I get my £4.50 I refuse to recognise young Stansfield as a good drummer.
By the end of the set, it was easy to tell Vinyl Beat were glad to have survived, and left with the satisfaction of knowing someone liked them ; the heckler had changed his mind about the beat and had conformed to the wonder and amazement of their set. So at the end of the show, he was so overwhelmed with joy, he was screaming for more. Well at least i think he talking to Gant n co. It was either them or the jukebox.
By Seb.