Come inside. Close the door. There's something going on. You're quite welcome, it's not a secret. It's quite noisy
with its blaze of guitars. Sometimes it mutates into the distilled essence of pure rock'n'roll courtesy of Jackie O. But
tonight, for one night only, they have even laid on the mince pies, free of charge. Okay they were allegedly made 7
days ago, but hey they still taste good.
Yes it will be loud, and not necessarily easy on the palate, the
music that is. Yet sometimes that can be the best way to find out if
you really like something.
Tsuji Giri lead the way. Nothing subtle, frenetic guitars, wrenched
bodies, but totally involved and enjoyable, the deceptive chaos
setting the tone for what is to come. The candles dotted along the
perimeter of the stage are merely observers to the mayhem as the
mic stand departs the stage in the direction of the audience, to the
accompaniment of a large, unplanned, bang. But hey, we know
what we are letting ourselves in for. Someone even kindly takes
up the lonely looking mic and continues the song as the band
plays on
The Angels pick up the baton, fury, energy and passion being
dispensed by all 5 players.
Can Jackie O keep the flame burning? In true Jackie O style, they
take a left detour down Route 66, heading for a showdown at
Gracelands with the victor once again being you and I.
Sonar Yen paint a coruscating picture. The audience react by
bouncing around - off each other, off the wall, whatever is nearby.
Candles are blown out, but as if in a Stephen King novel, are once
again burning brightly by the time Polythene take to the stage.
Draped in disgustingly putrid coloured red & black pyjamas the
noiseniks assault the eardrums.
Never mind 3 minute pop, these are 90 second sonic attacks. Faster, louder harder,
till it collapses in on itself with the brilliance of a cosmic supernova.