horrific.
So this past week has been ever so eventful, and now is the time you get to read all about it (or, optionally, you stop reading now and I will show you in mime at a later date). This time seven days ago I was on a southwest train from Portsmouth to London, and yes, I chose the one that stops at every inbred little station in the south. Once in London I met Jackie at Waterloo and spent a good few hours marveling at her hair. After the follicle voyeurism we skipped up to Camden for a quick chinese and to look at the gallery.
Two hours later and we were in the queue at Wembley Arena (after being taken aback by the new stadium thats only a few hundred feet from the arena) to see My Chemical Romance. The queuing was spent being cynical about the red make up clad, ill-fitting hoodied crowd. The show was a huge disappointment. A gimmick ridden, sickeningly patronising first half performance from a slimy Gerard Way (which was lapped up by the youngsters and middle life crisis dodgers alike) was only slightly consoled by an acceptable second half where they played old songs from former albums. It is now apparent that until this 'Black Parade' cherade of Gerard's is over and they realise that they have become one big cliche will they regain any sense of genuine passion for their gigs.
Jackie came back to Portsmouth with me and we spent a weekend doing nothing much at all, apart from frequenting The Registry and H&M. Portsmouth is eerie once everyone has gone home and there is no money to fritter. On Sunday eve we wondered down to Southsea to The Wedgewood Rooms to see The Horrors. Nothing about this gig could be more perfect and contrasting to Thursday's. The venue is a tiny hall with a max of capacity of about five hundred, hidden away in deepest darkest Portsmouth. Even the crowd were excellent, a mix of big and small all there just to see good music. The gig started with the support Neil's Children, who were absolutely excellent and have definitely gained a new fan. They were followed by The Horrors, and I have never before seen a more energetic and ruthless performance. Faris and co were completely flawless, with him jumping into the crowd on a couple of occasions.
Two days and one haircut later J and I were outside Norwich Waterfront to see the same band. This time the crowd weren't so good. A mix of new ravers, indie chavs and middle class scenesters that were all obsessed with enhancing their own image that watching the band made the gig a mixed experience, with the upside being an even better performance from The Horrors, which included Faris coming into the crowd and dancing/moshing right in front of us, before climbing up onto the pipes which networked the ceiling, performing most of the final song from his perch.
So after a week of five train journeys, three gigs, two of which completely blew me away, and one pigment change, I have spent the last day relaxing at home and not moving much. The rest of today will be going to PC World to replace my laptop adaptor and gyming.
I've gotta get out of here, I've got to go..
Two hours later and we were in the queue at Wembley Arena (after being taken aback by the new stadium thats only a few hundred feet from the arena) to see My Chemical Romance. The queuing was spent being cynical about the red make up clad, ill-fitting hoodied crowd. The show was a huge disappointment. A gimmick ridden, sickeningly patronising first half performance from a slimy Gerard Way (which was lapped up by the youngsters and middle life crisis dodgers alike) was only slightly consoled by an acceptable second half where they played old songs from former albums. It is now apparent that until this 'Black Parade' cherade of Gerard's is over and they realise that they have become one big cliche will they regain any sense of genuine passion for their gigs.
Jackie came back to Portsmouth with me and we spent a weekend doing nothing much at all, apart from frequenting The Registry and H&M. Portsmouth is eerie once everyone has gone home and there is no money to fritter. On Sunday eve we wondered down to Southsea to The Wedgewood Rooms to see The Horrors. Nothing about this gig could be more perfect and contrasting to Thursday's. The venue is a tiny hall with a max of capacity of about five hundred, hidden away in deepest darkest Portsmouth. Even the crowd were excellent, a mix of big and small all there just to see good music. The gig started with the support Neil's Children, who were absolutely excellent and have definitely gained a new fan. They were followed by The Horrors, and I have never before seen a more energetic and ruthless performance. Faris and co were completely flawless, with him jumping into the crowd on a couple of occasions.
Two days and one haircut later J and I were outside Norwich Waterfront to see the same band. This time the crowd weren't so good. A mix of new ravers, indie chavs and middle class scenesters that were all obsessed with enhancing their own image that watching the band made the gig a mixed experience, with the upside being an even better performance from The Horrors, which included Faris coming into the crowd and dancing/moshing right in front of us, before climbing up onto the pipes which networked the ceiling, performing most of the final song from his perch.
So after a week of five train journeys, three gigs, two of which completely blew me away, and one pigment change, I have spent the last day relaxing at home and not moving much. The rest of today will be going to PC World to replace my laptop adaptor and gyming.
I've gotta get out of here, I've got to go..