Good evening. It's the weekend once more, which means the showcase and now upon me. But I can't say I'm really ready for this, and neither is the weather which, for March, is feeling like Winter turned up late. Or, as I saw in one online post, it's like Winter refuses to let us have the final word and keeps coming back to continue the argument.
That, however, is going way off topic. What I mean is that tomorrow we may end up having a reduced audience due to the potential impact of another snow flurry. This also means we may have to do another showcase. Not sure how I feel about that, I mean, I've enjoyed every showcase I've been in - except for this one - and now this will potentially be the only one we do twice.....
Ok I'm going to stop moaning about that and get onto last night, which was pretty freaking awesome.
I shall briefly review it.
Arrived at The Junction at half 7 on the dot, secured my £4 pint of rhubarb cider - as desired - and settled back to wait for the first support act to step up to the mic. They were Pretty Idle which, even before they'd supplied me with this piece of info, was Pretty Accurate. They were young, mostly wearing hoodies and sweaters and jeans, and while they had some decent tracks, I just couldn't get into them. I'd usually compare these bands to other bigger bands that I know but as I can't remember what they sounded like, I can't do that.
The second support act, however, Moorhaven, made themselves memorable for several reasons:
1. I knew one of their guitarists, Lewis Gerry, who is a former UPAD member
2. Their singer, Steve Barrett, has the most impressive vocal range I've ever heard live, managing the deepest death metal roar to the highest throaty shriek. Like I said, impressive.
3. I could identify a few bands I know in their sound, but I won't list them because they're always the same and I guess it shows I don't have as wide an understanding of music as I thought - or I'm just having trouble remembering it exactly.
Anyway, they started up their own mosh pit which got Pretty Wild (haha) at times and threatened the structural integrity of the crowd. But soon, they were done too.
We had a bit of a wait for Korn Again, but I'd already recognised The Bitch's oddly shaped wooden case on the side of the stage so I was super excited to see them open it up, bring her out, and then promptly hide her from view. When the band finally stepped up though to the visceral tones of It's On, the energy in the pit almost never ceased. They powered through tracks like Here to Stay, Freak on a Leash, Falling Away From Me, Shoots and Ladders (with the bagpipes, no less), and were prepared to close with Blind, but after a resounding chorus of 'Encore', they obliged with Faget and Word Up. I got the bravery to go up and ask to touch The Bitch (which is a beautiful rendered replica of the real H R Giger mic stand owned by the real Jonathan Davis). I decided I needed to leave then, slowly wending my way home in the chill, ears ringing (as they still are now).
I'll never stop loving the commitment of tribute bands like these guys.
Now, however, I have to go. I'm aiming to fit in one episode of Vampire Diaries before I turn in for the night. Need a decent amount of sleep if I'm to be ready for a 10am start tomorrow. Oh boy.
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