I'm a terrible dancer, but hey let them look, let them stare
MUMM.
RA.
WAS.
AWESOME.
Ooh my gosh, that was such a good night. I have mosh injuries. MOSH INJURIES!
We got to the Zodiac after I misdirected us onto the wrong ringroad, and made up the fourth to eighth people in line, on our own, in a dodgy-looking area of Oxford with guys walking past saying,'The real party's over here, ladies.' Through the doors, I saw the line-up sheet: Doors, Younplan, Ripchord, then Mumm-Ra. We were 'upstairs' (by this, I reckon that 'downstairs' is probably the basement), which holds 500 people, and we managed to slip into the mosh between Youngplan and Ripchord's sets, and were second row back for Mumm-Ra.
Doors never turned up. Which was a shame, because I was quite looking forward to them. So Youngplan were up first.
Bex thought the middle guy was nice. He kinda was, to be fair, but he didn't look much like in that picture. He was the guitarist, the guy on the left was the drummer, and the guy on the right was the singer. Their music was good, but the frontman looked weird. Though he did try on some Status Quo moves with the guitarist. And we actually got to chat to the drummer at the end. He looked a bit like Tom from Mcfly, I reckon.
We were then graced with Ripchord:
Backstabber was a hilarious song, we really got into it. There was one guy in the mosh who kept jumping from side to side.
Ripchord actually started their set (I could see the setlist taped to an amp near me) with a song that was called something along the lines of 'Pretty Boring'. They were good too, despite the slightly high vocals.
Then it was the turn of Mumm-Ra. There was about a 20-minute gap between Ripchord and Mumm-Ra, and, just before they came on, the lights went out, and a recorded voice began to play - a Thundercats narrative that lasted about a minute.
'It is...it is...[pause]...Mumm-Ra...'
Some red lights flicked on at this point, rose up, and the five of them came on. They were so unbeliveably close.
They opened with Now or Never, and from then on, Noo spent his whole time after this standing on the amps, leaning into the crowd, hanging onto the ceiling, and generally being crowd-pleasing. It was amazing; he looked so into it, like he was having fun. We even saw the entrance of Matthew, the toy duck mascot. Oli was right by us, as was Noo for a whole lot of the time. I have some (hopefully) good photographs of Oli standing on an amp at the end in Out of the Question; we were so close, we could touch him.
At one point, someone chucked some paper onto the stage with something written on it. Noo dodged it, looking triumphant, and picked it up, putting it under his guitar strap so everyone could see. At one point, Youngplan's drummer jumped onto the stage and joined in. Noo leapt onto his back, and sung from up there. It was a crazy, crazy night.
Thank God for the free water at the bar.
NB: I'm too tired to write anything good. I can't express it. But it was good. And personal. And I shall get the photos developed. And I wish you could've been there.
RA.
WAS.
AWESOME.
Ooh my gosh, that was such a good night. I have mosh injuries. MOSH INJURIES!
We got to the Zodiac after I misdirected us onto the wrong ringroad, and made up the fourth to eighth people in line, on our own, in a dodgy-looking area of Oxford with guys walking past saying,'The real party's over here, ladies.' Through the doors, I saw the line-up sheet: Doors, Younplan, Ripchord, then Mumm-Ra. We were 'upstairs' (by this, I reckon that 'downstairs' is probably the basement), which holds 500 people, and we managed to slip into the mosh between Youngplan and Ripchord's sets, and were second row back for Mumm-Ra.
Doors never turned up. Which was a shame, because I was quite looking forward to them. So Youngplan were up first.
Bex thought the middle guy was nice. He kinda was, to be fair, but he didn't look much like in that picture. He was the guitarist, the guy on the left was the drummer, and the guy on the right was the singer. Their music was good, but the frontman looked weird. Though he did try on some Status Quo moves with the guitarist. And we actually got to chat to the drummer at the end. He looked a bit like Tom from Mcfly, I reckon.
We were then graced with Ripchord:
Backstabber was a hilarious song, we really got into it. There was one guy in the mosh who kept jumping from side to side.
Ripchord actually started their set (I could see the setlist taped to an amp near me) with a song that was called something along the lines of 'Pretty Boring'. They were good too, despite the slightly high vocals.
Then it was the turn of Mumm-Ra. There was about a 20-minute gap between Ripchord and Mumm-Ra, and, just before they came on, the lights went out, and a recorded voice began to play - a Thundercats narrative that lasted about a minute.
'It is...it is...[pause]...Mumm-Ra...'
Some red lights flicked on at this point, rose up, and the five of them came on. They were so unbeliveably close.
They opened with Now or Never, and from then on, Noo spent his whole time after this standing on the amps, leaning into the crowd, hanging onto the ceiling, and generally being crowd-pleasing. It was amazing; he looked so into it, like he was having fun. We even saw the entrance of Matthew, the toy duck mascot. Oli was right by us, as was Noo for a whole lot of the time. I have some (hopefully) good photographs of Oli standing on an amp at the end in Out of the Question; we were so close, we could touch him.
At one point, someone chucked some paper onto the stage with something written on it. Noo dodged it, looking triumphant, and picked it up, putting it under his guitar strap so everyone could see. At one point, Youngplan's drummer jumped onto the stage and joined in. Noo leapt onto his back, and sung from up there. It was a crazy, crazy night.
Thank God for the free water at the bar.
NB: I'm too tired to write anything good. I can't express it. But it was good. And personal. And I shall get the photos developed. And I wish you could've been there.