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There's only oooone Mach Pelican..
Oct. 23rd, 2005 10:47 amFinally managed to drag our arses out last night to see some bands for the first time in god knows how long (months it seems). Mach Pelican were playing a ten minute tram ride away at the Rob Roy, and after missing them so often lately even a dodgy chest and head cold wasn't going to get in the way (cold and flu tablets are our friend and saviour).
I quite like the Rob Roy as a venue - it has that same inner-city dodgy pub feel of the Tote or Punters Club (and the same sticky carpet) and makes me feel right at home. I hope it doesn't get sold and turned into a wine bar.
The first band we caught were called No Last Hero and were very good. The first comparison to mind was a grittier, garageish Evanescence, probably more because of the singer's voice than anything, but in a good way (ie without the polished, overproduced sterility). Bands like One Dollar Short or Something With Numbers also came to mind and might be better comparisons, though i'm sure there's something closer. The guitarist and bassist threw themselves about the stage with abandon, the latter regularly taking off through the crowd and playing from somewhere at the back of the room. The guitarist looked strikingly like Nutzboy (who i should get around to adding one day) and was even called Nick, though i'm sure it wasn't him. The energy was infectious, but not enough to get people to answer the repeated calls for everyone to dance (really, that's something that has to happen of its own accord, not because you ask people to). Despite my usual aversion to female singers who can actually sing, we really enjoyed them and scammed a demo cd which we haven't listened to yet.
We hadn't seen Mach Pelican in months, which is our loss (insert the usual futile "must make a point of seeing them more often" here). It was a less tightly packed crowd than last time we saw them, which made for more comfortable viewing. The pogoing of the hard core fans was remarkably self-contained and allowed us to let them do the jumping about for us, which was good as we were too tired to be buffeted by slammers. The band played their trademark infectious '50s flavoured thrashy punk and if you've seen them play you know what they sound like. There were plenty of old songs, songs from the newer album and some i didn't recognise (a few were probably covers and didn't have the same catchy bubblegum feel). Old classics like 'Hey Girl' and 'Ursula Finally Has Tits' still sound as fresh as ever and i hope they never get sick of playing them because i don't think i could get sick of hearing them. I know it's not the done thing for bands to stay the same and they're supposed to 'evolve' as artists and throw out what's good about the past, but damn i hope Mach Pelican don't ever catch that disease or get bored with what they do, because they do it so bloody well.
We didn't stick around for the last band as we'd spent our taxi fare on booze and a Mach Pelican cd, so we got the last tram home and crashed out. The numerous beers don't seem to have aggravated my cold, so i guess i'll put that down to positive energy from a good night out.
And now, for more coffee.
I quite like the Rob Roy as a venue - it has that same inner-city dodgy pub feel of the Tote or Punters Club (and the same sticky carpet) and makes me feel right at home. I hope it doesn't get sold and turned into a wine bar.
The first band we caught were called No Last Hero and were very good. The first comparison to mind was a grittier, garageish Evanescence, probably more because of the singer's voice than anything, but in a good way (ie without the polished, overproduced sterility). Bands like One Dollar Short or Something With Numbers also came to mind and might be better comparisons, though i'm sure there's something closer. The guitarist and bassist threw themselves about the stage with abandon, the latter regularly taking off through the crowd and playing from somewhere at the back of the room. The guitarist looked strikingly like Nutzboy (who i should get around to adding one day) and was even called Nick, though i'm sure it wasn't him. The energy was infectious, but not enough to get people to answer the repeated calls for everyone to dance (really, that's something that has to happen of its own accord, not because you ask people to). Despite my usual aversion to female singers who can actually sing, we really enjoyed them and scammed a demo cd which we haven't listened to yet.
We hadn't seen Mach Pelican in months, which is our loss (insert the usual futile "must make a point of seeing them more often" here). It was a less tightly packed crowd than last time we saw them, which made for more comfortable viewing. The pogoing of the hard core fans was remarkably self-contained and allowed us to let them do the jumping about for us, which was good as we were too tired to be buffeted by slammers. The band played their trademark infectious '50s flavoured thrashy punk and if you've seen them play you know what they sound like. There were plenty of old songs, songs from the newer album and some i didn't recognise (a few were probably covers and didn't have the same catchy bubblegum feel). Old classics like 'Hey Girl' and 'Ursula Finally Has Tits' still sound as fresh as ever and i hope they never get sick of playing them because i don't think i could get sick of hearing them. I know it's not the done thing for bands to stay the same and they're supposed to 'evolve' as artists and throw out what's good about the past, but damn i hope Mach Pelican don't ever catch that disease or get bored with what they do, because they do it so bloody well.
We didn't stick around for the last band as we'd spent our taxi fare on booze and a Mach Pelican cd, so we got the last tram home and crashed out. The numerous beers don't seem to have aggravated my cold, so i guess i'll put that down to positive energy from a good night out.
And now, for more coffee.
