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Wotcha
As we book gigs or get the odd sniff of a gig we'll use this page to keep you as up to date as we can. If you've got any contacts you think might be beneficial in getting SUPERYOB good gigs in front of good audiences then drop us a line at gigs@superyob.com
GIG NEWS 5th April 2004
NOTE THAT THE NEXT BATCH OF 4 GIGS BOOKED ARE WITH OUR YOUNG UPSTART CHUMS THE VAS DEFERENS:-
THURSDAY APRIL 22ND 2004
VENUE T.B.C
We're not altogether sure of who, what, where and when yet, but I should have it sorted ny the end of the week....once Sweeney sorts himself out. Might be in Leeds or Wakefield with or without THE DEAD PETS.
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FRIDAY APRIL 23RD 2004
AT
THE BEAT BAR
51-53, Meadowside Dundee
01382 227395 FOR DETAILS
CELEBRATE St GEORGE'S DAY IN STYLE BY ACCOMPANYING THE 'YOBS AND THE VD'S ON THEIR INVASION OF SCOTLAND IN A GLORIOUS RETURN TO DUNDEE.
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SATURDAY APRIL 24TH 2004
AT
JAX BAR
Stockton Street, Hartlepool, Teeside
Five minutes from Hartlepool BR Station
The Vas Deferens - 2.00pm; Waster - 3.15pm; 4 Past Midnight - 4.30pm; Andy Wears - 6.00pm
On File - 7.15pm; Red Alert- 8.30pm; SUPERYOB - 9.45pm; Guitar Gangsters - 11.15pmCOME ALONG AND SEE THE 'YOBS BLOW THOSE KILTED GITS ON FILE AWAY AS PER USUAL ON THEIR RETURN TO HARTLEPOOL.
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SUNDAY APRIL 24TH 2004
AT
THE THATCHED HOUSE
74 Churchgate, Stockport, Cheshire
WHAT MORE COULD YOU ASK FOR ON A SUNDAY NIGHT OOP NORTH....A FREE GIG WITH THE OLD TIMERS AND THE YOUNG PRETENDERS OF LONDON STREET PUNK. CHIPSHOP'S MUM MAY EVEN MAKE THE TRIP.
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MONDAY MAY 31st 2004
AT
THE KINGS ARMS
The Vale, Acton, London W3
Five minutes from Acton Central BR Station. Nearest tube Turnham Green or East Acton
LINE UP ALSO SET TO INCLUDE MENACE, ARGY BARGY, VAS DEFERENS, VIVA LAS VEGAS, RIOT/CLONE, LOWERCASEJ & MY GAY MONKEY .
COME ALONG AND ENJOY A PUNK ROCK ALL DAYER ON BANK HOLIDAY MONDAY IN WEST LONDON'S FINEST PUNK ROCK VENUE
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Check out the NEWS page for wot's 'appenin' wiv more potential SUPERYOB shows.
VENUE: TELSTAR. 297, Kronekaseide, Donk. Belgium
DATE: Saturday November 17th 2001
BANDS: SUPERYOB, EVIL CONDUCT, CRUSADERS, SKINFLICKS, THE VEROS
Ah, an adventure!! A chance to bond in the classic band fashion of getting well pissed and playing a blockbuster of a gig to likeminded herberts.
Superyob had been kindly requested to play at the occasional Live'n'Loud Festival organized by Bieze and the gang in Bruges in Belgium. There had been an impressive contingent who'd come over for the Herne Bay show earlier in the year and they had obviously decided that the 'Yob were the vital ingredient necessary for a fun-packed singalong Oi!/Punk evening on the continent.
The bands lined up to play were pretty flippin' good. Headliners were First Wave of Oi! stalwarts Criminal Class and the other bands advertised were Skinflicks from Luxembourg, The Veros from France and Crusaders from Germany.
The logistics for the trip were fairly simple. Drive to Belgium, play a gig and then consume Chipshop and Dave's combined weight in beer. Bieze had arranged an overnight kip for the band in a hostel/hotel in the centre of Bruges called Charlie Rocket's so all the lads had to do was get there.Frankie and Dave had volunteered to drive. Good job really, 'cos Ace's car was a tiddler and Chipshop had enough trouble fitting his own stout frame on his motorbike let alone anyone else. Two return trips on the Eurostar were booked and it all seemed a doddle. Guests on board were Mrs. Flame and trusty Peanut the Pisshead. As Frankie was coming down from Sarf London, they all arranged to meet at the traditional venue for potential European travellers- the Maidstone services on the M20. Chipshop had stayed the previous night at Dave's so we had Dave, Chippie and Ace in the Vitesse with guitars, amps and a generous supply of pies for the trip: and Frankie, the good lady wife and Peanut were all aboard the Flame-mobile.
The Haystacks party arrived at the rendezvous bang on time:- in fact bang on time for a phone call from Peanut announcing that Frankie had driven straight past the services and now thought that it best we meet up at the Eurostar terminal.
Off they trotted, and as they rolled into the entrance of the terminal, there was the blue Flame-mobile waiting patiently. A rather sheepish looking Frankie announced that he'd been a bit confused about which services to stop at on the M20 and when Chipshop explained that there was only ONE service station on the M20, he did the decent thing and blamed Peanut.
They had plenty of time before the train, so the gang parked up, got their money changed up and went for the customary Superyob 'nice cup of tea'. When they were called for boarding, Chipshop let Dave and Ace into a little known fact that Frankie always got stopped at the barrier and interrogated about his movements:- apparently he had a skeleton key face which fitted the description of every known terrorist and drug smuggler of the day.
True to form, Frankie's car was pulled over as he queued to join the train and, not willing to be party to the inevitable rubber glove treatment, the Haystacks Vitesse shot past towards the waiting train.
Both parties had agreed to hang about on the other side and wait for each other. Frankie and Chipshop had been to the gaff before, but it was thought safety in numbers was a good plan.
The tunnel journey was uneventful apart from Dave driving straight into the car in front of him on the train and Ace disappearing for the entire journey only to re-appear 15 seconds before disembarkation. Pies unguarded, Chipshop had a little foray into Ace's supplies in his absence and loaded up on some wholly un-necessary pastie shapes calories.
Seeing as they were in front of Frankie, it seemed logical for the Haystacks Vitesse to simply wait by the exit to the Calais terminal for the Flame-mobile to catch them up. Well, it would have been had Frankie not found an alternative little known exit from the terminal and missed them completely.
After waiting 15 minutes for Frankie's inevitable run-in with the French authorities, Dave, Ace and Chipshop did the decent thing and fucked off. Chipshop tried to phone Peanut but had no joy. They talked each other into the idea the fact that as Frankie had been there before and was an intelligent grown up he would simply see us there. No one chose to mention that he had the ability to drive through non-existent exits and could upset authority figures to the point of internal examination just by smiling politely at them.
The road from Calais to Bruges-ish is straight, flat and fast so with the turbo given a sound talking to and Chipshop having re-arranged the pie-payload position with almost Olympic efficiency, the Vitesse shot off for its destiny with punk. Dave had a small re-acclimatization with continental road manners and after upsetting a few Belgian travellers set a course for fun.
With the Speedo well into three figures, Ace thought it time to have a piss stop and perhaps allow Frankie time to catch up. This the boys did at a handily placed picnic area by the roadside, but with no sign of the Flame-mobile , they continued on to the Bruges turn-off and after one final 'see if Frankie appears' stop they hit Bruges in the late afternoon.
Up until now, Chipshop's navigation had been exemplary and as he guided Dave around the outskirts of the town there was an air of jubilation only mildly tempered by the fact that the boys didn't have a bloody clue where Frankie was. According to the map, the venue was about 10 or 15 minutes from the centre of town. Chipshop sent them off into the darkening evening and as the miles ticked by and the landscape bleakened the jubilation slowly evaporated. Chipshop's demeanour went from "It's on this road" to "We'll go past Die Kastelein in a minute" to "I'm sure it's on this bastard road".
He finally spotted the venue and their journey was complete: Dave and Ace were relieved and Chipshop was choking for a pint. Frankie's car wasn't there, so the boys popped into the place to check out the state of play. They strolled through the foyer bar and then into the venue out the back. It was a fairly large place with a good size stage and more importantly a good size bar. Ace and Dave brought the gear in while Chipshop sought out the 'Yob beer rider for the evening. It had turned out that Criminal Class were not going to make it so the lads had been elevated to headliners. An extra band had been added to the bill:- Evil Conduct from Holland.Whilst waiting for Frankie, Ace, Dave and Chipshop blagged some gear, did an excuse for a soundcheck and had a bit of a ponder. Frankie finally showed up and it was decided that they'd go back to town, dump the cars at the hostel and have a bit of dinner before getting a cab back later. Chipshop declined in order to '….stay for a quick pint…'.
They journeyed back into Bruges and found their accommodation for the evening which was pretty darn good. A friendly place with a late bar and somewhere to kip. What more does one need? There was one single dorm room for the 'Yobsquad which was found at the end of several dark corridors and up several dark flights of stairs. Haystacks saw this as a potential beer based hazard for later on in the evening….and was right.
After a wash and brush up, a quick pint and a spot of dinner, the assembled throng sorted themselves a cab from Charlie Rocket's back to the venue and by the time they'd got there, the place was buzzing. The front bar was full, the foyer was choc-a-bloc with record and CD stalls and everything was set up and ready to go. They even discovered Chipshop, who was still performing sentry duty on the Superyob rider.
As Frankie departed on one of his habitual flesh-pressing sessions, the lads happened upon a few familiar faces:- Hedgy, Stewart and Steph from On File. Hedgy and Stewart had apparently offered to take their better halves Nick and Debbie away for the weekend to get in their respective wifely good books. This strangely enough happened to coincide with a Live 'n' Loud event…..uncanny!!! They had booked themselves into a posh hotel in town though:- they were never going to get away with a boozy sleepless night in Charlie Rocket's …..or so they thought!!!Next task of the evening was to set Peanut up as Official Superyob Merch Man. He was squeezed into a corner in the foyer with strict instructions to sell everything before he next went to the bar.
The whole thing progressed quite splendidly. The sound was bit dodgy in places but, considering the paralytic state of the sound man it was hardly surprising. The Veros and Crusaders blasted through short, sharp sets and with help from the available beer got the crowd warmed up nicely
When Evil Conduct came to the stage for an angry set of their own tight as arseholes tunes and some classic Yesteryear of Oi! covers, the boozy git of a soundman thought they were the last band of the evening and prepared himself to do the off. Frankie had to none too politely remind him that he still had a bit of work to do and advised him (nicely of course) to remain at his station. As it happened, he finally conked out during the Superyob set. Big Yob TA's to Nick for manning the knobs and faders during our set.The crowd had now swelled to an impressive size and the beer consumption was reaching epidemic proportions as midnight came and went. Poor old Ace (who was way past his bedtime) had decided that the best way to remain awake for the set was to have a little drinkie or 25. This kept him awake alright but had the rather adverse effect of rendering him pretty damn shitfaced come performance time.
Conversely, Chipshop was showing no adverse effects whatsoever as his '…little afternoon tipple….' rolled into its seventh hour.As the boys got ready to take the stage, the clock was lurching towards 1 a.m, Ace was lurching towards the drumkit and Dave was wondering if there might be any beer left by the time they'd finished.
The 'Yob set was the usual classic 500m.p.h mixture of singalongapunkrock, stage invasions and 200 encores. There were a few new songs earmarked for the new album ('Heartbreak Bridge', 'Big Brother' and 'Bang To Rights') given a blasting to the happily shitfaced audience in between old faves, some classic covers and of course the Frankie-led Jolly-a-longs. Highlight of the crowd participation was George the security mountain engaging in some glorious belly wrestling with an equally rotund Italian skinhead.
Meanwhile, hidden away at the back, Ace was in a mild amount of difficulty. Unable to maintain the necessary anti-kip dosage of alcohol between songs, he had to resort to plan B:- throw your drum sticks all over the place and stay awake by scrambling all over the floor looking for them .
As Frankie began racking up the encores, Ace also realised that his bladder was in grave danger of exploding. When the crowd finally took over the complete stage during the third rendition of 'On Yer Bike', Ace took his chance. As Dave and Frankie led the throng in an a cappella sing song and Chipshop repelled stage invaders who he assumed were after his stage beer dump, Ace hastily dismantled the drum kit, dropped his sticks for the last time and legged in off the stage. With a drummer en route to the bog and a bass player leaping from the stage with a crate of beer under each arm, Dave and Frankie had to finally admit defeat and the gig was over.Our heroes re-assembled in the dressing room. Frankie was on his usual post-gig high: Ace was ready for his bed after a 20 minute slash and Dave was politely inquiring as to whether Chipshop had left him any beer. The stack was still fairly high, but it soon became obvious that to fuel his own gargantuan thirst and also to keep plenty in the kitty, Chipshop had become a beer hoover and had been casually adding to the Yob Beer Stack with almost the same regularity as he himself had been depleting it:- all at the other bands' expense it would appear. Unworried, Dave set about 8 hours catching up.
As was traditional, the post Live 'n' Loud party was held at Die Kastelein (check out 'Kezze in Die Kastelein' from the last Resistance 77 album). Everyone was invited and the boozy multitudes slowly made their way back there for yet more beer. Come 2.30a.m, the place was heaving. The 'Yobs had bummed some lifts back there and were all soon in full party mode as the beers flowed and Oi! was, as ever, on the jukebox. Ace was by now dead on his feet (rather than his drumstool). Frankie, Jill and Peanut were also a bit knackered so after a few ales they sorted themselves a lift back to Charlie Rocket's with Big George.
This transpired to be the scariest journey of their lives as George, who, shall we say, had quaffed an ale or two, simply aimed the car at Bruges, buried the throttle and did his best to avoid whatever happened to be in his way. He dropped them off at Charlie Rocket's and headed straight back to Die Kastelein for further re-fuelling.
By this stage Dave's boozing partner had become Wee Stewart from On File and as per usual he was the loudest bloke in the place. With scant regard for European Community spirit he began threatening violence upon anyone who would not agree to give On File a gig. At least it gave Steph a wee break from his abuse anyway. Fed up with not scoring with girls (as usual), Steph did his next favourite thing….and fell asleep in the pub.
Come 4-ish Dave had had enough and politely accepted a lift back to town:- leaving Superyob diplomatic duties in the capable hands of a now-shitfaced Chipshop.
When he got back to Charlie Rocket's the place was still swinging. He stopped in the bar just for a quick nightcap but then the On File boys turned up having tucked their better halves into bed in their posh hotel rooms and feeling the need for more beer. Another hour and a half's drinking then ensued before it dawned on Dave that it was half past five, he was rotten and he had to be up in 4 hours time to drive back to Calais to catch the Eurostar.
After falling up and down the various flights of stairs as predicted, he finally found the room. Chipshop's bed was occupied by skin unknown and after searching his unconscious form for hidden pies Dave finally hit the sack and conked out.Come morning, Chipshop was still nowhere to be found. One clue was that the car belonging to his habitual beer buddy for the evening, Big George, appeared to be parked outside Charlie Rocket's with the back half on the road and the front half on the pavement. As early morning hangovers were assuaged with a mixture of tea, croissants and boiled eggs, The Chipshop finally re-appeared. Gloriously wankered and still carrying three quarters of a case of beer, he revealed that he'd been up boozing all night with Big George in a variety of late night bars and houses of ill repute and was now ready to go home please. Big George himself then appeared:- to wish Superyob a fond farewell and to inform them that Chipshop was a poof for going home because he was now off to the football and the rest of the day on the piss. Top performance!!!
The gang loaded up the cars and said cheerio to Charlie Rocket's. Chipshop settled himself down in the front seat of the Haystacks Vitesse and through prolonged bouts of snoring managed to direct Dave the wrong way out of Bruges.
By the time Dave had found the right road, both Chipshop and Ace were fast asleep and it pretty much stayed that way all the way back to Calais.
This time the 'Yob never managed to lose each other and made it back to the terminal in plenty of time for the train. Dave used this time to toddle on down and acquire himself some duty frees and several dozen cups of tea.
When Frankie was stopped in the queue this time it was not for his usual 'touch your toes' job but it was by a machine gun wielding copper who'd recognized him and asked him how the gig went. It turned out he was a Superyob fan and had missed the gig because he was working. Superyob fans in the strangest of places eh? Machine Guns 'n' Alcohol….don't we know a song about that?The tunnel trip was uneventful and as our heroes landed back in Blighty Chipshop celebrated by going straight back to sleep again. As dusk closed in, the Vitesse left Frankie behind on the M20 and Dave sed back to Crayford with his 2 snoring fellow band members giving a repeat performance of the trip from Bruges to Calais.
Ace was dropped off and then all that remained was for Dave to wake up Chipshop. The big man was disappointed to discover that he had no room on his motorbike for his remaining beer, so he generously entrusted it into Dave's care until he could retrieve it. With that, he was gone and it was all over…..
VENUE: THE RIFLEMAN, Hanworth Rd. Hounslow. W.London.
DATE: Saturday August 3rd 2002
BANDS: SUPERYOB, RESISTANCE 77 & lowercasej
This was a gig that was a long time in the making. We were contacted via the website by Lee M who had just started promoting punk gigs at The Rifleman and, seeing as he was a SUPERYOB fan, wondered if we fancied a gig. "Of course we do", was the 'YOB reply. We finally sorted out a date and then set about getting a couple of bands to play with us. Lee found lowercasej via the Punk & Oi! in the U.K website and me and Ace finally tracked down Nottingham's finest RESISTANCE 77. Ace knew Oddy and the boys from old and their most recent CD release, 'Retaliate First', meant we were in for a treat.
We went to view the venue a couple of weeks before hand and liked what we saw. A long narrow hall behind the pub with a good stage, a nice low ceiling and it's own P.A. Not only that, the night was ours to do what we liked. Steve the landlord was a sound chap and we were looking forward to it even more once we'd okayed the gaff.
Come the day, we borrowed the Verne Van and got round there about 5-ish. We set up and upon collaring the soundman, Frode, we discovered he was from the same town in Norway where Frankie played regularly. How about that for a coincedence? As it turned out, one of Frode's friends who turned up later sorted Frankie out a posh room in the hotel where she worked the next time Frankie was over there.
Lowercasej turned up in good time and then it was just wait for R77. I'd been speaking to Matt from Lcj for a while before the gig and they were looking forward to it as they were a young band without many gigs under their belts.
We finally got Oddy on the blower only to find they were just up the road. We trotted outside just in time to see them take the wrong turning and fly past gesticulating obscenely at Chipshop John who was enjoying a leisurely pie and chips on the bench outside the pub. Old friends apparently!! First port of call for the R77 boys was the bar. Straight out of the van and straight on the ale. Start as you mean to go on, I suppose.
After steaming through the remaining soundchecks, we had a little photo shoot with Oddy behind the camera and Ace issuing the fashion instructions.The pub was starting to fill up nicely so we set up a little merchandise stall and waited for the audience to get beered up enough to come and see where all the noise was coming from. We stuck lowercasej on at about 9-ish and they played a blinder. They looked a bit nervous but it didn't show in their performance - a mixture a traditional Britich punk with more up to date American influences. By the time they'd finished, there was a respectable crowd checking them out and some very encouraging comments afterwards.
After a break for RESISTANCE 77 to take on board more alcohol and Ace to show of his party CDs on the jukebox, we were finally treated to a blistering performance from the lads from Notts. Drawing from their most recent CD and right back over their 20+ year career, the place got sweatier and sweatier as they blasted out some quality punk rock'n'roll. Highlight of the set was Kieron doing vocals on Blitzkrieg Bop while Oddy disappeared off for a piss. What a class act.
Well, we had to go on and follow that !! With our new smarter stage gear and a now very busy hall, we let 'em have it. The stage sound was non-existant but that didn't bother us. Frankie got everyone jollied up in his usual style and 2 or 3 songs in and the bodies were flying across the dancefloor. There was a good mixed crowd: from Lee's mates from West London to our usual welcome travelling suporters and a few overseas friends. We kept up the pace right through and only a minimal bout of over-boisterous pogoing saw us having any respite. Singalongs a plenty (just try and stop Frankie in full flow: "Frankie Flame's barmy army.....Frankie Flame's barmy army") and a cross section of older and bang up to date material saw a splendid performance. We ended the set with the regular 'Do Anything You Wanna Do' and that was it. We retired knackered but happy for a beer and a chinwag as the drunkenly happy punters sauntered back into the front bar to give Landlord Steve's beer stock another battering.
After a clothes change from very sweaty to dry, we undertook the unenviable task of breaking the gear down and transporting it through the remaining boozers out into the van. Just to add insult to injury, it had now started to piss down. That and R77 roadie Little Steve treating us to a pavement pizza right outside the back of the van, it was a bloody nightmare. Having rounded up the troops, it was time for cheerios and ta-tas. R77 left drunk and knackered for their journey back up the M1 and after backslaps and handshakes we naffed off too. Chipshop decided he wanted a lift back to Chiswick so after a quick diesel stop we deposited the Big Man on his home turf still clutching two pints of cider. With Frankie navigating and Lord and Lady Ace kipping in the back, we scooted through the centre of town in the rain. By the time I'd dropped the Aces off I finally got home at about 3a.m. I was bleedin' knackered to bits I tell you. Me and Frankie shared a pre-kip beer before he adjourned to the guest wing of Haystacks Manor and I adjourned to the Snore Centre that is the Haystacks Boudoir for a well earned nap.
Just goes to show how glamorous this rock'n'roll lifestyle is, eh kids?
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VENUE: THE STUDIO, Tower Street, Hartlepool
DATE: Saturday May 11th 2002
BANDS: ON FILE, SUPERYOB
As regular readers of my old cobblers will tell you, this was the second gig of the SUPERYOB mini tour with On File which is completely covered on the DUNDEE DIARY page. Best you get down there sharpish. Highlights of this particular show were us playing at a million miles an hour and nearly killing ourselves, the top notch quality of the venue and the most outrageous piss up afterwards.
One subsequent story regarding The Studio is that when I was at the Leeds Festival earlier on this year, I was staggering back on the Sunday night after too much beer and punk rock when I started talking to a chap and his well sloshed girlfriend. Not only did it turn out they were from Hartlepool and knew of The Studio but the fella, Ste, had actually promoted our bloody gig. How about that for a small world eh? He also invited me and my gang back to his Oi! The Campsite where we drank all his beer and vodka until the early hours. We also witnessed them crusty bastards torching the bogs. Tossers!!! The Old Bill cordoned the place off, so me and Paul Hair had to make a detour on the way back over the sodding barbed wire fences. The beer took its toll and I was suitably scarred come the next morning. Big SUPERYOB TA'S to Ste, Dawn, Quince and the Hartlepool gang who let us share their booze, bonfire and explosives. TA.
The Studio is in fact a community run project so check out their website for details of what you can do to support it. It has a recording studio and all sorts of workshops for bands and musicians.
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VENUE: WESTPORT BAR, 22 East Henderson's Wynd, Dundee
DATE: Friday May 10th 2002
BANDS: SUPERYOB, ON FILE, FAKE PATRIOTS.
Part one of the aforementioned mini tour covered on the DUNDEE DIARY page. There are plenty of photos to keep you amused and loads and loads of yellow waffle to give you a headache reading it all.
A 500 mile drive, the hospitality of Steph and the Dundee boys, bucketfuls of beer.......and we managed to do a gig while we were there. The Westy is a cosy, sweaty little upstairs venue not far from the centre of the town. We soundchecked straight after a huge tea at Hedgy's Hoose so we had to go for a wee rest and unfortunately missed The Fake Patriots. They were pretty good from what we heard:- fast and aggresive punk rock. On File were just as you'd expect On File to be in their home town:- relaxed, energetic and up for a good old singalong. A new, slimmer Hedgy on lead vocals and new guy Pete on guitar gave them a bouncier, ballsier sound and a more animated stage presence. Hit of the night was our own personal File Fave, 'Down The Bingo'.
By the time we went on the place was a bloody sweat-box. The crowd was up for jolly so we let 'em 'ave it. Heads down and away we went. Poor old Ace's funny foot was in trouble right from the start as we steamed through the set. Frankie had the audience up for his customary free for all during 'Strength Of The Nation' and 'On Your Bike' and our own personal highlight was slaughtering the Bay City Rollers classic 'Shang-a-Lang' as a special treat for our Scottish chums. A fine fine night.
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VENUE: THE RED LION, Crete Hall Road, Northfleet, Kent
DATE: Saturday December 8th 2001
BANDS: GLAMBUSTERS, SUPERYOB
This was the first of what we hope will become an annual event:- the Superyob Christmas Party. Me and Ace popped down to see my old mucker Tezza at the Lion and he was bang on for what we had in mind:- a Glam Rock fancy dress party with live bands and a Mod/Glam/Punk disco.
The whole night was an absolute blinder. Although the Red Lion is a bit out of the way, we were truly impressed by the amount of people who came down for the night. Frankie even had a coach party from his local boozer in Blackheath and they did him proud with some bloody outrageous costumes. See the PHOTOS page for a pictorial record of the whole event.
The Glambusters turned up looking fairly innocuous and quite serious but they certainly changed when the old warpaint and glad rags came out. Ace had seen them play at a show earlier in the year and decided they were classic party material. He was right.
We opened up the evening dressed in our own curious mode of fancy dress. Ace was a 60s Mod dandy, Chipshop was The Real Fat Shady (his own invention would you believe!!), Frankie was Sarf London Pearly King Barrow Boy and I let the side down by dressing as a Margot from The Good Life (including bid bad earrings, green dress, headscarf and 10 hole DMs).
We played a well received set. We had a lot of our mates down who weren't necessarily into the music but they all had a good time. We played some brand new songs, plenty of the old favourites and a handful of Punk and Mod covers just to give it that hint of a party atmosphere.
We sneaked in a little intermission between the bands for Frankie to judge the fancy dress competition. It was very interesting that Tracy and Ginger Rob both won prizes:- Tracy was wearing her normal Saturday night attire and the only effort Rob had made was to stick a stolen Glam wig on his bonce.
By the time the Glambusters took to the stage it was full swing party time. With the dry ice and 70s TV theme intro tape we were off back to the days of spangly platform boots, glittery make-up and awful hair. In full garb, the Glambusters looked the absolute part. They were unrecognisable from earlier on and the costumes were amazing. Going by the names of Brian Chopper, Gently Bentley, Don Diggler, Crispin Thrunge-Mortimer and Vic Flange, they were certainly the full monty.
Hits from Bowie, Slade, Sweet, Mud, Bay City Rollers, T.Rex, Mott The Hoople....it just went on and on. Superb entertainment, they had the crowd eating out of their hands. It was the ultimate party entertainment.
Well, we judged the night a complete success. We'd played well, everyone had a good time, the Glam Show was incredible, Tezza was happy and we didn't lose any money. Can't say fairer than that really can you?
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