April Overload 2 - Kisschasy
I went to see Kisschasy last night after my old workmates held a farewell dinner for me. The gig was in a venue the size of a shoebox and luckily for me there were miraculously still tickets at the door. Well, it was more the size of a large living room but still, incredibly squishy venue. The band had to beat a path to the stage with their instruments, that's how packed it was.
I got there midway through the second band, Viking Frontier, who liked to scream a lot and had their own hand-drawn banner taped to the back curtain. The main thing I noticed was that the singer was wearing a shirt but had it unbuttoned all the way down to show off his impressively large tattoo.
Kisschasey do a really excellent live show. I'm not sure that there's much more I can say about them than that they're in their element on stage. They have a great working relationship, I think; they're comfortable enough to muck around on stage, argue with the audience a little, tease with some riffs or just mouth off about each other, and still professional enough that it never takes away from the music itself. They opened with a run of old songs, then said they hadn't played them for five years and only started practicing on Thursday. Someone at the back yelled out "You rock!" which lead to "Don't tell us that, that was shit!" "You suck!" "Thank you!"
The music was great and I'm glad I went, but I was disappointed that nobody wanted to dance. Dance! I don't expect a giant mosh but someone other than me must want to dance! But I seemed to be surrounded by punk dudes who brought along girlfriends that just wanted to leave. I was weirdly, excessively upset about it. Meh, better luck next time
Then I realised that the real reason I was upset was probably the stupid work dinner, which reminded me of all the reasons I'd come to hate the place and feel like it was completely toxic, bigoted and bullying... and then they gave me a Kindle as a goodbye present. I'm all confused. I think I'm going to try to load it up with fic. Gay fic. That none of them would ever read because of the gay.
I got there midway through the second band, Viking Frontier, who liked to scream a lot and had their own hand-drawn banner taped to the back curtain. The main thing I noticed was that the singer was wearing a shirt but had it unbuttoned all the way down to show off his impressively large tattoo.
Kisschasey do a really excellent live show. I'm not sure that there's much more I can say about them than that they're in their element on stage. They have a great working relationship, I think; they're comfortable enough to muck around on stage, argue with the audience a little, tease with some riffs or just mouth off about each other, and still professional enough that it never takes away from the music itself. They opened with a run of old songs, then said they hadn't played them for five years and only started practicing on Thursday. Someone at the back yelled out "You rock!" which lead to "Don't tell us that, that was shit!" "You suck!" "Thank you!"
The music was great and I'm glad I went, but I was disappointed that nobody wanted to dance. Dance! I don't expect a giant mosh but someone other than me must want to dance! But I seemed to be surrounded by punk dudes who brought along girlfriends that just wanted to leave. I was weirdly, excessively upset about it. Meh, better luck next time
Then I realised that the real reason I was upset was probably the stupid work dinner, which reminded me of all the reasons I'd come to hate the place and feel like it was completely toxic, bigoted and bullying... and then they gave me a Kindle as a goodbye present. I'm all confused. I think I'm going to try to load it up with fic. Gay fic. That none of them would ever read because of the gay.