Well Dirt
Box Disco are certainly not going to be the warm up band for long.
It's been
a while since I seen a support band effortlessly provide all the
highlights for a night, but they did it in grand style.
I'm sure
there were those who chose to sit in bars watching the clock and
timing their drinking to coincide with missing the support acts, as
there always are, but if those self same people woke up this morning
and thought that their nights entertainment didn't quite hit the spot
then all they had to do was turn up early enough, and instead they
could have claimed they had seen their next favourite band.
It's very
obvious to me that within Dirt Box Disco is a solid rock and roll
skeleton that's been padded out with a larger than life persona.
They are
a party machine that just keeps giving.
If
someone made a movie about The Ramones competing with the Dead Boys
in a Kiss pinball machine tournament, and the prize was spending a
night drinking tequila with Satan himself, then every party scene
would feature a Dirt Box Disco song as the backing track.
Yep.
They're that bad ass....and fun.
There's a
headlining tour later in the year and I would recommend that everyone
exercise their right to party hard and do it with the Dirt Box Disco
boys.
Goldblade
are sliding into a rut.
If you
haven't seen them before then I am sure that the high octane rock and
roll with a punk edge will hit all the right buttons, but I have seen
them before, and more than once to.
While
some acts have a sound that has a timeless quality to it, and it's a
style that shouldn't be messed with, I am personally gagging for
Goldblade to break loose a bit and kick off the chains.
I'm sure
some will take that as a negative, and that's fine, but what I really
mean is that this is a band that could pretty much do as they want
musically and I just want to see them stretch those musical muscles.
Maybe I
just want to reboot them back to the 'Black Elvis' days then wind
them up and see where they go with it.
The
Misfits now seem to attract people who want to then bemoan how shit
they are.
This
makes absolutely no sense to me at all.
Why spend
the money to go to a show with the intent not to enjoy it?
Here we
have Jerry Only still carrying the name on, and he's giving it his
all.
That's
laudable.
Okay the
sound was a horrible dirge of a throbbing noise, but for every single
bit of the show that made me cringe there was another that made me
smile.
A big
part of it is that a Misfits gig to an extent is like a family
gathering.
Jerry
gets that, and plays to it.
When he
is pointing into the crowd he isn't just randomly doing it. He is in
fact picking out a fan and for a second making real contact with
them.
There's
kids who will not care at all that this isn't a line up with Danzig
or Doyle in it.
For them
this is The Misfits and and they are right.
It is.
It's
their Misfits.
Should we
cut them some slack for this though?
I'm going
with yes, because while the music maybe isn't turning every single
person on in the audience I really can't find it in myself to knock a
band who give so much to their fans.
When all
three of them finish a set that was relentlessly driven, and must be
physically punishing to an extent, the last thing that would be
expected is that within seconds they are down into the crowd to sing
autographs and pose for pictures.
There's
no expensive meet or greet option when you by the ticket.
They just
inclusively make themselves available to everyone.
That's
something pretty special right there.
I guess
we really are 138 after all.
No comments:
Post a Comment