Finally.
The best,
and probably most manic, rock and roll act on the west coast of
Scotland have made the leap from the bars and clubs to the big boys
stage.
It's been
a long time coming, but I'm filing it away in the 'good things happen
to those who wait' folder.
In
support to Electric 6 in the ABC, Tragic City Thieves, the only band
worth a spit from Port Glasgow, tore it up with a set full of
debauched songs that celebrated the exhilarating excitement of all
that goes on after dark on the wrong side of town.
It's a
heady brew of sleaze, glitter and blood.
A solid
throbbing beat from the rhythm section of the band underpins some
blistering guitar work, and frontman CJ Monk is a thrashing dervish
of a focal point.
What they
deal in is lightning in a bottle punk rock.
The sort
that bands like The Dead Boys, MC5 and the New York Dolls did, but
there's nothing that screams seventies retro at you from them as they
have their feet firmly set in the here and now.
It's all
as fresh as a slap in the face.
The new
album is out in march so look out for the launch of that as the live
date will go down in history as one of those 'you had to be there'
gigs.
So
consider yourself forewarned.
Electric
6 are of course the dogs b's.
I've
never been ashamed to express my love for the band, and so far they
have never left me feeling that my support of them has been
misguided.
They
simply don't do bad gigs, or it has to be said, crap albums.
That they
aren't selling out the SECC is a mystery to me, but as long as they
aren't then the main hall in the ABC will do.
On this
outing it's an anniversary celebration of their debut album and the
nostalgia crowd are out in full force to get down to Danger (High
Voltage) and Gay Bar.
The band
could have played those two songs and walked off and most would have
been happy, but thankfully they didn't.
Instead
the opened with a cover of The Osmonds Crazy Horses, threw in
Formula 409 and Body Shot, two tracks that I suspect that a good 90%
of the audience didn't know, and then they proceeded to do the whole
of Fire at breakneck speed.
I mean
what can be said about that?
To hear
it played in its entirety is just aural gold.
Pour that
shit right into my ears and it goes straight to my legs and I'm
dancing.
I'm
throwing my hands in the air like I just don't care and if someone
has supplied the linoleum I may have had a crack at some break
dancing.
The rest
of the set kept the standard super high. Like superman super high.
Like just a dot in the sky so high that you can barely see it high.
Down at
McDonnelzzz tripped into Dance Epidemic and then along with The White
Wolf, Dick Valentine gave us Jimmy Carter prior to the rest of the
band joining them and doing my favourite Electric 6 song I buy the
drugs.
After a
short break they returned to ecstatic applause and finished the crowd
off with Rip it.
Now the
next time they come back I expect to see everyone who attending this
gig to be be at the that show.
No way
after a gig like that should they slip back to playing a club sized
venue.
Consider
that a warning Glasgow.
You
better all be there. I'm not kidding.
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