Yes, I can safely report that last night's Fall gig was the perfect antidote to yesterday's angst. With Mark E Smith, appearance counts for nothing, it's all about NOISE. He shambled on stage looking like a low-rent hotel porter who's just finished his shift. I didn't know you could still *buy* trousers that bad.
First support were N0ught, who were wonderful, and second support were Resist, who were quite unspeakably bad. Think French and Saunders do goth ballads. Someone on the Fall messageboard wrote: "Jesus Christ. Resist are SHIT. Some kind of in joke one presumes." But I suspect they were just from Up North, where irony is thinner on the ground and PVC corsets and fishnets never go out of fashion.
But it was fun. And for our added entertainment there was Stripy Sock Girl, who was hammered before *anyone* came on stage and threw herself round the place like a deranged headbanger, doing high kicks and spitting beer at her friends before snogging them. She was a little bit captivating and a little bit excruciating and a little bit terrifying. I did feel sad for her when she got chucked out just before the band came on. On another night, in another place, I have been that girl.
I feel one Fall gig in a lifetime's probably enough, but it was a great night.
joella
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