Too old to Rock n Roll, too drunk to piss !

Friday 24th April 09 and we ventured into the depths of da Port (Newport) to the Bassment. Very nice venue, pretty good sound, nice, seedy smoking area, a support band called Cowboy and the Corpse or summat, who knocked out a few psychobilly numbers and were o.k. Demented are Go needn't feel threatened at the moment.
Everyone was in good spirits and the vibe was enough for all to have a fuckin top night despite lack of numbers in the club. It proved to be a good platform to throw in some tunes which have not been performed as Sicknote and these were well received. They will undoubtedly feature on the Death Before Employment tour and at the festys this coming summer. Those that did attend were treated to an outstanding Sicknote set, Doghouse on top form and ranting like a manic cunt in between songs. Abuse was thrown at the crowd, and some was thrown back, all in jest and good heart.
Everyone was pissed or altered some way or another, which let the inihibitions drop to hell and burn there as brightly as the Dog's own heart.
Late back to ours, we topped our evening off with a few brandys before noticing it was half four in the morning. Went to bed and slept for a few hours.

Saturday. Did we really want to go to Blaengarw? Fuck yeah ! Why not ?! No work Sunday, a whole day to recover, I was being driven for a fuckin change, and last year at the Garw holds stories and anecdotes which still ring around the valley to this day! Crisp anyone?
Again, not too many people in attendance, but those who made the effort were once again in awe of the sound, the feel, the ethos, the words and the attitude from the best band to come out of Wales since ... well, no other fucker!
It was like a private little party had been put on for the stalkers (for fucks sake, realise this is in jest! we just believe in the success which is coming Sicknote's way and want to contribute to it and be a part of it) and not caring a shake of a donkey's cock, we danced to every tune. I was brave enough to try to tempt some big, burly, rugby type blokeys into having a dance with me but they were having none of it ! At least I made them smile.

Gigs are coming in every week ; we cant nake them all, but we'll make as many as is possible to do so, and we'll party, and laugh, and get mashed up, and appreciate what we've all got, and come back for more , more, more ! FUCK THAT SHIT ! I WANT MORE!

the Globe, Mavis'ssss Bidet . a fan's perspective

Maybe you had to organise baby sitters. Maybe you just turned up on the night and fell through the door. Maybe you chatted with people on Faceshot and arranged to meet up, making sure you had enough money for thrills n pills and booze and taxis and buses. Some people hired a mini bus. There's effort from everyone when it comes to attending an event like this and endeavouring to have a good night out.

Personally, I thought the night was a massive success; four excellent and very under-noticed bands from South Wales performing at their very best to a rammed venue of approx 300 punters. FOR FREE ! NO ENTRY FEE, NO CASH PAYMENT FOR THE BANDS, NOTHING FOR THE PROMOTERS ! With this in mind I put some Tantrum Record stickers on a plastic Beck's bucket and asked two rather gorgeous looking specimens from the female variety to do a whip-round of the punters in the hope of raising £300 for the organisers. That would have been £1 each punter. Imagine my dismay when by the end of the night there was £25 in the bucket! I simply don't understand how people can be all TAKE TAKE TAKE all the TIME ! Put something back dammit ! These events are some of the best parties in the country and some people bust a blood vessel and lose money in putting this on for us!


The Nukes took the stage first tearing through proper old-style punk tunes with a fervour unrivalled by anyone half their age! Winning over new fans with each number, this was The Nukes first gig with the Tantrum crew, and I'm told it wont be the last. I hope not. The Nukes gave away free CD's to spread their sounds and message to a new audience ... I got mine!

Next up were the fantastically frantic antics of one of my favourites, Clay Statues. Mavis was already well oiled in celebration of his bidet, before taking the drums to another dimension, empathic to the twisted sounds that Doz gets from his scruffy bass. Unrehearsed for a few months, the Stats played their hearts out to rapturous applause from the faithful to the newly indocrinated, Doz flailing around the stage with no mind to his or anyone else's health and safety. A thunderous sound shook the foundations and Doz got off by BJ'ing the mic and winding the crowd into a frenzy.
Then the Egg got thrown out of the venue for throwing a dangerous toilet roll on to the stage. "It was a toilet roll this time. Who knows what it might be the next time!" said an over-inflated jobsworth of a bouncer with no idea of a gathering of minds.


A treat took centre attention for many who have not had the pleasure of seeing Henry's Funeral Shoe perform live until now.
Faces looked stunned at the capabilities of a guitarist, adorned with hat looking like a reject from Clockwork Orange, backed up by a nutty drummer (my favourite kind) using all sorts of implements to hit the skins.
The talk outside the club was of astoundment at not knowing who this band were, how good they were, and how many people would be going out of their way to see them again.

Then there was Sicknote. After threatening to walk and take the audience with them unless DJ Eggman was let back in, the Sick boys delivered their best set since Thimbleberry Festival September 09. All the old favourites were played, the crowd flocked to the front and shared sweat with each other, dancing like crazy to well known Sicknote tunes. One or two in the know were talking of a full set being played with some new tunes being thrown in for the first time this evening. Alas, the plug was pulled at 11.15p.m., alledgedly following the complaints from a neighbour. Could it actually have been the display of an over - excited fan getting her baps out to rub them in the crotch of the pussy magnet everyone knows and loves as Dr. Conker?

Whatever the reason, the punters were left feeling short changed (well, not really as no fucker paid to get in ) wanting a longer set from the sound of 2009, Sicknote!
The general feeling was that the night had been awesome, but also that many of the punters would not be returning to the Moroccan styled (?!) Globe Club. Maybe they should stick to cover bands and dinosaurs.