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Tuesday, March 16, 2004

This was the last proper post on my old blog a review of two recent gigs i went to

Cue Stingray theme music

Part 1- The Barbs, Tap 'n' Tin, Chatham
First of all i had to sit through about an hour of boring bullshit because there was some music convention on first with apanel and questions and boredom before anyone played anything

weirdy beardy goon in russian hat: Why won't you sign my band?

record label man: you're crap

WBGRH:That's no excuse...

gaah tediousness personified.

But that was soon over and done with cos i got bored and stood in the doorway with me mates taking the piss, and then holy of holy's, the band arrived! we were saved!

They played for about a half hour but it was a glorious thirty minutes of catchy riffs and terribly infectious his/her vocals all with a glorious veneer of something very english (and australian!-Amy the guitarist and singer is an ozzie)
we got an encore too, and badges and t-shirts and EP's sweet!

Part 2-The Offspring, Wembley Arena, London

Not quite the same league as the Barbs really, and much much louder!
The journey was long and tedious with much milling about and changing of tube trains, but we finally got there to be harassed by the touts and t-shirt salespersons (Tickets! any tickets? i'll buy any spare!/T Shirts! get you're cheap knock-off t shirts right here!)

Bought a grey t-shirt with THE OFFSPRING in red on it, looked better than one with just the tour dates or something.

Two support acts: The Start (who started!) were kind of overpowered by the size of the place and i couldn't hear em properly, but the guitarist impressed me by revolving on the spot near constantly and holding his guitar at weird angles while playing. They might be good i couln't tell
Rufio were you're typical 'jump in the air' ameripunk band but all the better for it, the songs were good and skillfully played, expect great things...

The main event kept us waiting for ages before finally storming on to the bash of drums and 'woo'ing of the crowd, yes, they started with good ol' neocon (the intro to splinter featuring the crowd at last years reading festival).
Every song they played was great and played greatly, the problem was the songs they didn't play. Aside from the new stuff it was all from Smash and Americana, they had four more albums to choose from which they ignored, oh well it was fun!

Choice Dexter Holland Quotes of the evening

1.Wow Man! Look at the size of this place! it's fucking huge! there's people all the way over there, and over there...

2.Thanks guy's! you've been great so i've decided. There's a party in our bus after the show and you're all invited! (MASSIVE cheer) Yeah! we're all gonna get laid!

This man is only a few years younger than my father!

More to follow-watch this space

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