A couple of weeks ago I was kindly offered a ticket to see a little-known British rock band by the name of Heaven's Basement.
The gig was at The Musician, a venue hidden in the deepest darkest recesses of Leicester's city centre, and was the 10th gig of their latest tour. Supporting them were three other little-known bands: Bad Appetite (a local band), Dear Superstar and The Crave.
I don't usually go to gigs unless I know the band and their music (previous gigs include DragonForce, The Hoosiers and Reel Big Fish), but as silverspirit_17 spoke so highly of them (except Dear Superstar, but shhh... She doesn't want anyone to know), I figured I'd give it a go.
The night before I listen to a couple of tracks, and from this first impression, I decided that I much prefered The Crave over Heaven's Basement. Twenty-four hours later it was official: The Crave were definitely better than Heaven's Basement (not by much, but still).
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The venue itself was pretty good. It was small, so there was only a couple of hundred people there, and there was no rush to be at the front. In fact, the only reason we were at the front was because Ryan Burnett (of The Crave) told us to move closer. There was a decent bar and, for some unknown reason, a bloke dressed up as a banana. Discussion followed as to the identity of bananaman (my initial thought was of
Eric Wimp, but that seemed a little obvious).
The sets were deafening great (even Dear Superstar), and I was nearly smashed in the head with Sid's guitar on a couple of occasions, but it was all good! The audience seemed miserable for some reason, though I hope I did enough clapping and cheering to make up for them.
After the gig the venue remained open and the bands mingled a bit. Thanks to Donna's 'connections', I was able to get my newly acquired Crave poster signed by the band. It's going to be framed as soon as I can find one big enough.
'Twas a good night! I never did find out who bananaman was though. :-/
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