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by Andy (quirk) Thomas
Fierce Preachers!
Le Tigre @ Highbury Garage, 27/11/2000
Le Tigre mean it. Three woman with a cutting feminist agenda fuse the punkier aspects of Bis with the non-stop one note riffing of Sleater Kinney to create their own up front shell shocked statement of perceived truth on the world at large»
Review
by Andy (quirk) Thomas
Old Spice
David Devant / Ciccone @ Camden HQs, 18/11/2000
How the (never particularly) mighty have fallen. Famous for grating carrots over manikins during almost-top-40 "hit", 'Ginger', and appearing on The Ozone once, four years on David Devant find themselves almost back where they started. No»
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by Andy (quirk) Thomas
GARGH!
Guitar strings broken, drum kit broken, three songs in and it's not looking good for Belgian skatepunks Fireapple Red. The mohican haired lead singer takes it in his stride, you get the impression this has happened before, and leads the drummer into a freestlye rap session whilst the othe»
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by Andy (quirk) Thomas
Return to Gender
Fred Durst claims he's recreating the generation gap with nu-metal. In Rachel Stamp's world there is definitely a gap but it's not one of age. Twelve year olds in Slipknot t-shirts stand next to goths in their thirties, welcome to the degeneration gap of alternative against the world. The c»
Review
by Andy (quirk) Thomas
Goths, cyber kids, and wayward teens cram their way into the tiny backroom as the first catatonic chord crashes out in a wall of distortion and hormones. Remote Control appear as a four piece glam punk band with Michael Stipe fronting in a cowboy hat. The rock monoliths of much of their set drive home, usually with ton»
Review
by Andy (quirk) Thomas
A bargain bucket assortment of charity shop chic and toytown riffs, Ciccone are a high velocity charge of delirious pop punk intent. A mangled guitar line, dizzy bass, and a four to the floor combustable drum beat. Boy/girl vocals squabble for air whilst the keyboard player sets off a sample then wanders off stage and »
In Depth by Andy (quirk) Thomas
The Bull & Gate looks like a very presentable London pub when you enter the bar, no different from many others. But then you take a trip to "the other side" through some side doors and you are in encapsulated toilet circuit rock n' roll. Dusty sofas and wobbly tables st»