| Dec. 2nd, 2009 @ 08:01 pm The Cruxshadows + Ayria + four blokes...um...All Living Fear, that's it. |
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Welcome to another "Did you actually listen to the music, Urwen?" concert review.
The Venue
Here I must complain: BY FUCK IT WAS COLD. BY SHITTING JESUS FUCK (sorry). The wind tried to steal my hair falls multiple times on the way to the Independent, and then we were left freezing outside (we being me, Allan, Dave Porter, ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) spider_rider (whose suggestion of going to the pub should have been heeded), a couple of stripped peeps and two nice lost teenagers who asked us for help finding the place) while we waited for the doors to open. Inside, it was just as cold. I don't think they even have heating. It was so cold that I kept dancing the entire night just to keep warm, and one guy gave me some badges, impressed by my apparent enthusiasm. The drinks were overpriced as usual, but I've come to expect this.
Mr Rogue agrees with me about the cold.
Ayria
Oh, Jenny she is so pretty ^_^ I have added her on facebook. They played put down the gun and my revenge on the world and other such good things, to which Allan and I danced like nutters. Then I finally got to meet her afterwards. There was not a goosebump on her perfect arms! Clearly canadians are hardcore against the cold. It was probably a mild chill to her.
All Living Fear
Um. Good try, gentlemen, but only about 1% of your audience were alive to hear the style of music you're playing the first time round. We could tell the singer was nervous by the way his voice didn't have much power. Still, I could dance to their stuff, which was all I needed.
The Croooshadows
Huzzah for the Happy Birthday song, and Marilyn and other such goodness. Huzzah for gorgeous dancer/singers and violinists in corsetry. Huzzah also for Monsieur Virgil "Rogue" du Pont and his very J-Rock attire, his performing from atop a stepladder in the middle of the audience, his request by phone to the mother of a girl who had to leave that the band keep her just for fifteen minutes more (request, alas, denied), and his heartfelt serenade to his wife, who was, at that point, standing next to an apparently mortified dr_a_nightfall. No huzzahs for overzealous bouncers, who upon realising M. du Pont wished to invite the entire crowd onto the stage for the final act, decided they should remove everybody, including the band, from the stage. We, the crowd, found this inappropriate, and booed. M. du Pont, by way of apology, proceeded to attempt to hug every member of said crowd. This pleased a drunken spider_rider greatly. Although any man raised on US army bases and catholicism whilst in possession of an artistic temperament deserves hugs, I could not oblige, due to being made a little nervous by hugs from strangers. Good show Cruxshadows. Bad show, bouncers.
General opinion: Pretty damn sweet. |
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