I’ve loved this band ever since Dollface gave me a mix CD that included the song Waterfalls, so I was chuffed when she told me they were doing a gig in Brighton. How on earth she found that one out, we shall never know. Try finding anything about this band on Google. Talk about a ridiculous name. Ah well.
The support band were pretty cool. Very noisy. Very quirky. Munch Munch was their name. Jolly good. Anyhow, Why? got set up very quickly, and were ready to go in about ten minutes after the nomnomnom kids left the stage. Yoni was still at the bar getting booze and made his entrance by literally dropping in from the rafters, Fiddy Cent style. They started out with Sanddollars. These are some funky Jews.
We were really impressed with how well received this band were. The audience were going bat-shit insane after every song. And it seemed like everyone in the room knew the chorus to These Few Presidents. Groovy stuff. Good Friday was up next, which is when the band really started to rock.
All of the songs they played were from Alopecia and Elephant Eyelash, which was a bit of surprise. As we were led to believe that they had written loads of new material. Hrmm. Well whenever you’re ready guys, drop a train on ’em, yo. The Vowels and Sad Assasin came next, which sounded pretty awesome and very loud for such a small venue. And what’s up with the floor in that place, any how? We were standing in two inches of water. My shoes are completely fucked. Bastard bastard bastard.
The Hollows and Brook & Waxing came next. Around about this time some stragglers arrived and demanded that Good Friday be played again. And they repeated their request after every bloody song. The band kept cool. Yoni made up a short rap about the heckler being a gimp. That shut him up. Nice work! The band had a pretty good rapport with the audience throughout. They commented on the number of clearly underage girls screaming and giggling at the front. “Got all my jailbait girls down the front here,” the singer mused. I half expected a member of the crowd to start hollering, “ARE YOO A PAEDO!? BROKEN BRITAIN!” Ah, but this crowd are far too ironic for that shit.
The Hoofs toned things down a bit, before the band launched into a completely insane version of Waterfalls. It’s probably the most fucked-up song they have, and it was pretty awesome to see it live. It was turned into a bizarre, epic bastard of a song. Really powerful stuff. I must get my hands on a live version of it.
They wrapped up the set with sing-alongs Gemini, The Fall of Mr Fifths and A Sky for Showing Horses Under. The audience were begging for more, but Audio is one of those places that turns into a night-club after ten o’clock, and they had to shift it. Such a shame. God-damned DJs and their bloody roof-raising. Oh well.
Still we left with plenty of time to catch a bus home. And then we watched a film, The Prestige. Apparently it’s one of those films you have to watch quite carefully to spot the twists and turns. But is it just me, or is it almost blatantly obvious what’s going to happen really early on? As soon as Tesla is mentioned, it kind of puts it beyond all reasonable doubt. Shame, really. Wait, what? This is a fucking gig review. Arrrgh. Err, here have another picture.