Since I am off to see Panic! at the Disco tonight (yes, I like more than one genre of music, bite me), what better time to post a concert review?
I was so excited when I discovered that The Birthday Massacre, one of my top-three favourite bands, were due to be playing near me that I booked tickets for me and Jodie straight away! Unfortunately, on the day itself, Jodie was feeling unwell and decided not to go. Panic ensued, with me ringing around my mates to see who was available to accompany me. Dan, of course, came to the rescue.
At the train station on our way to Southampton, we saw the assistant manager from the charity shop where I work, who seemed amused and also faintly alarmed by my purple fluffy jacket, teeny shorts, fishnets and corset combo. When we arrived at our destination, it was worse, as a very drunk young man outside the station took it upon himself to start fondling my jacket. Which was highly unnerving.
We made our way to the Joiners on foot. The building was already packed and there was a queue to get in, despite the fact that the bands were still soundchecking. So we ordered our drinks and headed into the stage area so we could position ourselves close to the front.
The first band of the night was Al.B.Damned. I was interested to check them out as I had read about them in Spider's Web Magazine, and they certainly did not disappoint. I don't usually buy CDs at gigs as you can generally find them cheaper online, but I couldn't resist! I'm a sucker for heavy riffs and cheesy lyrics, especially when blasted out by well-dressed guys with long hair and creepy contact lenses. The set was, um, interestingly decorated with a mutilated human torso dangling cheerfully from Al's mike stand.
|Take no notice of the dismembered female torso. |
Al's a nice guy.
However, Dan is a sneaky guy, and just after asking Al to sign the CD sleeve, pushed me in his direction and annouced, "By the way, this is her CD, but she's too shy to talk to you." Al shook my hand and said that he was shy too. We chatted for a while, and I mentioned that I had been intending to go to the next Spider's Web Fest, where the band would be playing, but my friend hadn't been able to afford to go with me. Al said that if I added the band on Facebook we could work out a way for me to go with them.
Sadly I don't have Facebook, and I'm not in the habit of attending festivals with strangers (especially charming ones), but - seriously, how nice is that?!
The next band up that night was Raggedy Angry, whom I had suspected I would like just from the name. Thankfully I was right! This Canadian band play a fusion of alt rock, synthpop and punk, and yes, I found myself buying their latest album too...
Their look was very slick, with matching futuristic jumpsuits with circuitboard-esque detail that glowed in the UV lighting; the dead (pun intended) opposite of Al.B.Damned's ripped, graffitied clothes. Unfortunately, that self-same UV lighting made it impossible to take a decent picture, so kindly imagine pale, scrawny dark-haired guys in silver jumpsuits onstage.
By this point I was two pints of strawberry cider down and dancing like a maniac. Apologies to the redheaded girl that I violently shoved, but you were grinding on my boyfriend. :-/
After Raggedy Angry's set, we did see the singer at the bar with his jumpsuit unzipped to the waist, but we decided that we had bothered enough musicians for one evening.
The third band, of course, were the group that I was dying to see. The Birthday Massacre arrived onstage to roars from the pumped-up crowd, singer Chibi looking mischievous and slightly mad, her trademark pigtails and school uniform at odds with her nose ring and tattoos.