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.