Thursday 11 June 2009

Goldblade and The Scratch at the Horn, a night to remember!




BLOG OFTHE NIGHT...
Friday 27th March was the first night of our much talked about 'Horn residency' and the coup that we'd (well our Tina) had pulled off by managing to lure; TV personality, writer, 'coiner' of the household phrase 'Britpop' and of course maverick, lead singer and leader of hardcore punk legends Goldblade, Mr.John Robb.

Stage 1 Of global domination was to book a top headline band. Which judging by our initial and Friday nights reaction we did and some! Stage 2, Was to sell as many tickets as we could preferably in advance (which we did), to ensure a great atmosphere from the off, that would re-establish the Horn as a magnet for top quality bands. And in doing so, help to place us up there at the forefront with other local headline grabbers like Enter Shakari and Friendly Fires. And 3, To try to actually make some much needed 'filthy lucre' for the bands recording fund! With 'Super' Tina and our one girl whirlwind of a street team (yes Sam you!) making a magnificent 7 'Scratch team', how could we fail?

We arrived at the venue just before 7pm to find Tina had already taken total. Everything from the rider, guestlist, stage times, The Bulgarian (Goldblade’s biggest fan!), down to their dinner was all in hand. Biggest worry now, having managed to get them down to chilly, grey 'Manchesteresque weathered' St.Albans, was would their 'gigantic punk rock torso's' and 'stylish shoes' actually fit on the stage!

The Scratch soundcheck was simple, apart from Grim's microphone giving his silvery mutton chops incessant shocks.

There was a palpable atmosphere building in the bar, as 'Sunflies' took to the stage at 9.10, It was clear that our efforts to attract a good crowd were paying off!

In a flash 10.00 seemed to 'jump us like a mugger!' As we strode out onto the stage guitars in hand, the Horn was rammed to the rafters. Negotiating the giant amps, the stage was cramped and bloody hot, but it's fair to say tonight was one of the bands most satisfying and all round entertaining shows of our career(!?!). From the first chord of 'You want the World' to the chaotic feedback drenched, body strewn carnage of final track 'Gas Taps'. The whole band rose massively (well we were at the 'orn!) to the ecstatic reaction from our brilliant 'catalystic' crowd for every second of the set.

'Bewilderment' is the way Andy described the mood afterwards trying to digest how 40 minutes of such fun packed mayhem had disappeared in such a short, sharp shock! One minute Whitty 'le Filth' was scissor kicking off the Baron's bass drum, the next John was thrusting his throbbing bass up Andy's bugle "We love you John", shouted the crowd… then Grim got in on the act "We love you Grim", (shouted his mum?) with a full guitar 'fencing' dual with the mischievous Mr. Filth, only for Andy (at the instigation of foul mouthed gesturing brother Nick), attempting to upstage the lot of them, by launching himself headlong into the moshpit that had ignited at the end of Dear Maniac (Splintered elbows & 'friendly' kidney punches, heightened the heady maelstrom) a night like none before!

In a claustrophobic backstage we were soon thanking Goldblade for their encouragement … it was great to hear, for although, we've been loosely foisted with the 'Punk' banner over the years, we come from two different sides of the 'Punk track', our stressing of a more 'New Wave' stance was identified by Mr.Robb, who described us as more 'Pop'… a mantle that suits us just fine, think Only Ones and The Undertones… leave the Hardcore to the hardcore pros, we think… speaking of which!

Now the only thing that could put a dampener on a 'prefect' night would be a 'frightened' exodus of our 'new wave' fans in the wake of the anthemic, heavy artillery of Goldblade… We needn't have worried however… As by the time the 'glistening' Mr.Robb and crew had left the stage they had despatched a third encore! Seeing was believing, in fact their show was amazingly reminiscent of the illustrated scenes from Sex Pistols film, The Great Rock 'n' Roll Swindle. A riot in every sense.

Special thanks go to John and Goldblade for giving us this 'celebrity' curtain raiser such presence. To one women street team Sam Vince for rallying the troops as ever, to Sarah Vince for introducing so many G.E.O.R.G.E.O.U.S. new faces, our long suffering families for their love, support and 'two fingers!', Hansi, Tom, Steve and all the staff at the Horn. 'The Bulgarian' and of course Tina, our manager EXTRAordinaire!

See you on the 5th June with Mr. Clint Boon for part two of our Madchester 'exchange programme'… Please tell all your mates, 'cos if it's anything like the 27th March, it’s gonna be HUGE!!! And if you didn't know before, you know now, we mean it MMAAANNNN!!!!

What a night, what a bloody brilliant night!
xx ..

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