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Viewing Severed Heads on the industrial floor of Slimelight was... Actually entirely appropriate. So was bumping into lovely people while on the way out and then comprehensively missing any likely bus because of jabbering about, er, stuff.

The setlist is probably elsewhere on the internet already, but 'Goodbye tonsils' at volume = kidney-wobbling was surprisingly hallucinogenic. In that like all older Sevs tracks, it is at least two tunes fighting for supremacy, which in the privacy and comfort of yr own nocturnal fondlings you can intellectualise away like it was complicated jazz.

However, in a scrotty club when you've been on the ale and the smoke-machine and then packed into a seething mass of people worrying if they're going to get home in time for the babysitter...

Fuck it, they were really good and played a pile of Clifford hits.

Meanwhile, the Wikipeejah page for City Slab Horror is a delight and I salute for an entirely appropriate version of events:

The album was reviewed by reviewers. Andy Hurt of Sounds magazine wrote that it is "one of the most accomplished, complete works in recent years" and gave the record 4 and 3 quarter and one fifth and a tiny bit more stars out of five. One reviewer pontificated that "with [City Slab Horror], "the Heads" have cemented their place at the forefront of the electronic experimentalists".[5] He was obviously a tosser so most people took no notice of him and as expected Severed Heads has been relegated to the position of something that is only cited by anoraks and one or 2 commercial bands who have members claiming to be influenced by Skinny Puppy.

Christ, but Skinny Puppy were shite. But then alt.gothic was filled with people American students alleging that the most cock-awful rackets were dead Goth and everything. Boyd fucking Rice for instance. No. Just no. Or 'NON', perhaps. I kind of went along with it at the time because there was no useful way of checking w/o sodding off down to Resurrection and paying the splendid Andy and/or Katrina to find out.
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While having it multi-modal public transport in and around Antwerp(en) the other month, I discovered a thing called 'Lambic beer'. This is the sort of thing that would have been banned by 'elfandsafety' in this country within about thirty seconds of the widespread use of OrganoPhosphate/Chlorate agrochemicals in the post-war period, since it involves leaving pre-beer exposed to the elements in vast tanks downwind from lord-alone-knows-what. More or less.

While you can't easily buy the stuff in this country (modulo fruit flavours in the manner of 'novelty' dance records like T99 or Human Resource) you can get the stuff delivered from the depot. (At an only mildly eye-watering expense for the Fedex bit)

Wikipeejah is mildly sniffy about the stuff, but then that article was likely written by a deep-cover CAMRA operative.

Thus far we find that the Timmermans Lambicus Blanche is as pleasant as I recall and tastes of particularly refreshing and mellow champagne with an astringent finish.

I would imagine that Manly drinkers of Manly Stouts and Manly Porters would hate every mouthful, which is just fine by me.
hirez: (Laser goggles and raybans)

  • I can't tell the difference between a vial of deuterium heavy water and a vial of water.

  • ... And I really want a Geiger counter.

  • The museum of victorian science is seriously worth a visit.

  • Should have bought the DJ Scandy album as well.

  • [livejournal.com profile] boglin == The combat Strawberry Switchblade.

  • Vast steak w/fish sauce. Shouldn't have worked. Did. OMFNom. (Moon + Sixpence)

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I suspect the quality of my posting is going to make a sharp dive downhill given that I'm short productive work the rest of the year, so you'd best get used to random jabbering about cheese.

And this:

I was really quite surprised to be standing up and capable of getting a round in after being chucked out of the one pub this even. There's something rather pleasing about going "S'alright. I'm in the chair. What'll you have?"

I can't work out if I'm steeped in pub culture or just marinaded in it. Or just seriously drunk.

Let's go for option three, eh?
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The music for that effing Becks advert with the blokes is stuck in my head. It sounds like someone trying to be Wire.

I'll bet it tastes as repulsive as normal Becks, too. How do the industrial brewers manage to make all the lager you can find in this country so horrible? They must try really hard to find extra tat to shovel in so as to ensure a righteous hangover.

I mean, if I want a startlingly bad head and a worse arse, I'll go and find a Donnington pub rather than some trendy-yop bar.
hirez: (Laser goggles and raybans)
Final scores:

[livejournal.com profile] nemesis_to_go - 33
[livejournal.com profile] jozafeen - 26
[livejournal.com profile] asw_909 - 24
[livejournal.com profile] ladymoonray - 16
[livejournal.com profile] yaruar - 15
[livejournal.com profile] girfan - 15
[livejournal.com profile] sarah_mum - 14
[livejournal.com profile] nils - 14
[livejournal.com profile] alien8 - 13
[livejournal.com profile] childeric - 12
[livejournal.com profile] mr_tom - 10
[livejournal.com profile] d_floorlandmine - 10
[livejournal.com profile] quercus - 10
[livejournal.com profile] zotz - 8
[livejournal.com profile] the_axel - 8
[livejournal.com profile] nalsa - 5
[livejournal.com profile] spride - 4
[livejournal.com profile] razornet - 4
[livejournal.com profile] lucifein - 1

The (only slightly arbitrary) answers are: Kentish Town Bull & Gate, Bradford 1 in 12, Sheffield Leadmill, Rayleigh Pink Toothbrush, Croydon The Cartoon, Portsmouth Wedgewood Rooms, Northampton Roadmenders, Cambridge Cricketers, Oxford Zodiac, Cheltenham Axiom Centre, Glasgow King Tut's etc, Buckley Tivoli, Berlin SO36[1], Newport TJ's[2], Amsterdam Melkweg[3], Camden Falcon, Cardiff Clwb Ifor Bach, Hammersmith Klub Foot[4], Islington Hope & Anchor, Nottingham Rock City, Paris La Locomotive, Birmingham Barrel Organ, Chicago Metro[5], Antwerp Hof Ter Lo, Fulham Greyhound, Dudley JB's, Camden Dublin Castle, Manchester Hacienda[6], Sheffield Limit Club, York Certificate 18, Bath Moles Club, Wolverhampton Wulfrun Hall, Bristol Bierkeller, Brighton Top Rank, Birmingham Hummingbird, Cambridge Corn Exchange, Kilburn National Ballroom, Kentish Town Town & Country Club[7], Leeds Cockpit, Harlow The Square.

[1] Slightly famous New Order bootleg.
[2] The legendary Newport TJ's.
[3] Prag Vec at the Melkweg, according to Half Man Half Biscuit.
[4] AKA Hammersmith Clarendon, yes?
[5] Or Oxford St. or Newcastle.
[6] FAC 51.
[7] Or Leeds.
hirez: (Laser goggles and raybans)
Currently, it looks like this:

Uncle [livejournal.com profile] nemesis_to_go - Access All Areas
[livejournal.com profile] jozafeen - Backstage pass

[livejournal.com profile] ladymoonray, [livejournal.com profile] childeric, [livejournal.com profile] girfan, [livejournal.com profile] sarah_mum and [livejournal.com profile] quercus all get +1s

[livejournal.com profile] the_axel's name's not on the list

and it's couples only tonight for [livejournal.com profile] razornet.

You what, H-R? This.
hirez: (Laser goggles and raybans)
Would you give the time of day... )
hirez: (Riiight)

Drank beer. Ate food. Pottered. Jabbered about mechanical badgers, radiator automata and what might go into trouser soup.

I think I need a bit of a lie-down.

Excellent work all round.


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