Ah, hairy men in metal t-shirts - how I missed you
Back at uni my favourite place to go out of an evening was to the local metal/rock club. All the dancy, pop clubs were filled with horny students in tiny skirts (the girls, that is) drinking alcopops, and I avoided them for the most part. But Club X had live bands, was the only place that would gladly serve snakebite, and was filled with friendly, interesting metallers and rockers. It was always a fun place to be.
Since leaving uni, I've gone to one rock club - the Brighton Gloucester, which was rather disappointing. A friend recently told us about the 'Brighton Rocks' rock night, though, which happens on the first saturday of every month at Hove town hall, and on saturday she talked us into going. I'd said that I wasn't in the mood, and the cost of a night out wasn't really encouraging - especially with £8 on the door. I was dragged along, though.
And I had a good time.
The venue is all wrong for a rock club. Rock clubs should be small and dingy and smokey, with so many packed onto the dance floor that you barely have room to move, and therefore can't fall over. This place is a huge dance hall with a massively high ceiling and tables and chairs all around the dance floor. Which isn't very rawk. The masses of space on the dance floor do allow for lots of flailing, though, so long as you don't care who sees you - and they will see you, because the lighting isn't nearly dark enough. If you're lucky you might be obscured by a pall of smoke from the smoke machines, but at one point there was just one woman on the floor (doing some, it must be said, spot on classic eighties rock dancing) and every eye was on her.
We didn't get there until about 11pm, which was in time for the end of the band's set. Boot Led Zeppelin have much hair, but the lead was a bit too impressed with himself and kept going off on wild vocal solos, leaving most of the audience visibly bored. They did a marvelous Stairway to Heaven, though.
The DJ played a good variety, starting with mostly classic rock and metal, but branching out into more industrial stuff after requests from myself and some other like-minded NIN lovers.
I'd forgotten how good it feels to be surrounded by a mass of long-haired, New Rock-wearing, black-clad, moshing, air guitar-strumming, nicely-inked metallers. I do like men with long hair, and there was much of it. Including one guy with incredible hair, leather bracers, New Rocks and a Thundercats belt buckle - come to mama, metal boy.
Ahem.
Fun was had. I got to wear my big boots, which hadn't been worn in ages, and I danced. Lots. While sober.
While I still say that it's a stupid venue for a rock night, and not exactly cheap, I might have to go again.
Since leaving uni, I've gone to one rock club - the Brighton Gloucester, which was rather disappointing. A friend recently told us about the 'Brighton Rocks' rock night, though, which happens on the first saturday of every month at Hove town hall, and on saturday she talked us into going. I'd said that I wasn't in the mood, and the cost of a night out wasn't really encouraging - especially with £8 on the door. I was dragged along, though.
And I had a good time.
The venue is all wrong for a rock club. Rock clubs should be small and dingy and smokey, with so many packed onto the dance floor that you barely have room to move, and therefore can't fall over. This place is a huge dance hall with a massively high ceiling and tables and chairs all around the dance floor. Which isn't very rawk. The masses of space on the dance floor do allow for lots of flailing, though, so long as you don't care who sees you - and they will see you, because the lighting isn't nearly dark enough. If you're lucky you might be obscured by a pall of smoke from the smoke machines, but at one point there was just one woman on the floor (doing some, it must be said, spot on classic eighties rock dancing) and every eye was on her.
We didn't get there until about 11pm, which was in time for the end of the band's set. Boot Led Zeppelin have much hair, but the lead was a bit too impressed with himself and kept going off on wild vocal solos, leaving most of the audience visibly bored. They did a marvelous Stairway to Heaven, though.
The DJ played a good variety, starting with mostly classic rock and metal, but branching out into more industrial stuff after requests from myself and some other like-minded NIN lovers.
I'd forgotten how good it feels to be surrounded by a mass of long-haired, New Rock-wearing, black-clad, moshing, air guitar-strumming, nicely-inked metallers. I do like men with long hair, and there was much of it. Including one guy with incredible hair, leather bracers, New Rocks and a Thundercats belt buckle - come to mama, metal boy.
Ahem.
Fun was had. I got to wear my big boots, which hadn't been worn in ages, and I danced. Lots. While sober.
While I still say that it's a stupid venue for a rock night, and not exactly cheap, I might have to go again.