BRUM LIKE IT HOT

After breaking down in the morning due to somehow having a ESCOURT BATTERY IN OUR TRANSIT and suffering rather mean sunburn due to the many hours spent on the side of a off-ramp waiting for the man followed by a quick mini-tour of B'hams finest car spares shops to procure a proper one we finally roll up the mighty Scruffy Murphy's and begin unloading.

Now what was very good about this was the sound engineer actually helped us lug our cabs and shit into the venue. Dedication's what you need and all.

This eve's romp was organised by the very fine ILL-NEGLECT who always put us on with proper bands form America and stuff, and are basically safe as fuck.

The first band were are GEHENNA from Bristol, and due to the fact that the singer of said band is actually a brummie himself they

have drawn quite a crowd. Alas same crowd and band don't watch any of the other acts that night because they were more forcefully engaged in standing outside the venue and imbibing liquid and gas. Oh well it won't be the first time we've played to a sudden no-one.

MACHO INSECURITY are up next and they are great, fast becoming one of my favourite UK bands due to playing proper fizzy and harsh grind which is very fast and very raw, like a less-tuneful Discordance Axis. I.e. really good.

London's NEBUKADNEZZAR were much deathier than thier 'thrash' reputation led me to believe, a fact that singer Antonis spoke to me at length about- they've been lumped into the general thrash scene in London. Anyway they played like proper musicians and we all enjoyed it so who cares what genre it says in one's myspace page eh? EH? EEEHHH??? Exactly- riffs and blasts are riffs and blasts.

ABOVE: Yours truly about to be heckled by an old lady, whilst no-one watches.

By the time we are set up almost everyone except the other bands and a few brum pals have gone, not that this really matters as the other bands are all better anyway. The absolute highlight (pictured above) comes in the form of a small old lady who nodded along for 90% of the set, then suddenly took some kind of exception to us and began waving, slow clapping and thumbing down. Hilariously Linus thought she was the venue owner and just looked on in a bewildered fashion. GRIND.

After some much-needed hot grease from round the corner we all load off to MI drummer Dooley's place (actually his aunt's place) and crash out. In the morning I walk the dog.

The poster looked like this: