Shambolic, Disastrous, Fucking Chaos
Ahh, yes, four words to describe our set...
We took the stage, and the crowd got strangely bigger, despite people leaving to catch their last bus. It was, scarily enough, mostly filled with teenage girls, which, in some ways, was good, but in some ways, strange...
As opposed to the previous bands, we took the stage and shouted at the crowd, rushing into "Repeat"...here is the setlist for the gig :
REPEAT
MOTOWN JUNK
VIRGIN MEGASLUT
IRRESPONSIBLE HATE ANTHEM
STAY BEAUTIFUL
DIE LIKE VICKY DAWSON
REVOL
NOT MY IDEA
YOU LOVE US
ANDRÉ SERRANO
There was much leaping and swearing...much crowd jumping, and screaming...and there was a lovely little moshpit developing, which made me laugh at one point, since some dude was leaping through the air...
However, things went wrong, Mon leapt about so much, he smashed his guitar off the ground and broke it, so Juan and I had to finish "Stay Beautiful" alone... with : "Why don't you just fuck off?" being replaced with : "Why don't you just fix the fucking guitar?"
Moody's guitarist who seemed to be genuinely liking our band, gave Mon his guitar and we pranced around once again, bursting into "Die Like Vicky Dawson" after a long space of silence...(not much chatting with the crowd from me, I'm shy), which got the moshers in front of the stage, getting all the people standing still frightened.
André Serrano was, again, our grand finalé, and due to much leaping around, my bass got disconnected somehow, so I chucked it, and walked off...
So, all the people who came to see us liked it, so they said, so thanks to them for coming, thanks to our friends, Watters, Lorraine, Catherine, Tina, and Paul for coming, thanks to the girls singing along with Irresponsible Hate Anthem, I'd have forgotten more of the words if it wasn't for them, thanks to Moody's guitarist for giving us his guitar, thanks to their drummer for giving us his drums, thanks to the weird girl in the red dress, that's the first time I've seen someone dance seductively to André Serrano, thanks to the girl who proceeded to tell me we were good and then snog me (yep, get in touch), thanks to Kelvin for putting us on, thanks to the Sid Vicious-esque dude in the moshpit who told us we should play less Manics and more Exploited...sorry, but no...thanks to that woman up the back screaming along with Motown Junk, and that's it really...I don't normally thank people, but I liked you lot! Everyone else can fuck off though...