It’s been too long since we made the trip up to Leeds, in fact it’s been nearly 12 months., and for a band that used to pride themselves on their nationwide touring habit it’s down right disgraceful. Fortunately there’s more than a handful of decent people in Leeds and they didn’t hold it against us. Rocking Fish hosted a suitably heavy night at the stickiest bar I’ve been in for some years, Magnificent supports from Xi (my jaw dropped, my heart broke)) and Swimming With Sharks (like an angry swarm of bees). Xi had in good grace lent us their gear and when I plugged into Daz’s Marshall the Strat made a massive roar, much louder than the lady Laney I use, but the stage had been set and you just can’t turn down. Unsophisticated though it is volume to some extent equals excitement.
There we were onstage in a cube of reflective surfaces, part deaf and completely blinded by the stage lights we open with Excuse Me. Don’t mistake this for the dull dull dull “I could’nt hear myself in the monitors” or “I’ve got a soar throat” style whining, I’m just letting you know what it felt like, and it felt amazing! Onstage with two people I know I can trust implicitly, we all know what we’re doing and just DOING it, blind and deaf, like running along a cliff top in the fog. Palpable tension coupled with total abandon, and that’s what we did, for the full 40 minutes, swaggering through the set part deaf and totally blind. Despite kicking the cables out of my pedals more times than I wanted the whole show was storming.
I wasn’t massively chatty on stage that night so I’ll make my thanks here, Pete, Steve, all the Xi and Swimming with Sharks, Katy, Sarah, Mark, Ben, Tony and Kog, THANK YOU! X
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