Misery Loves Co / Iron Monkey / Medulla Nocte
Nottingham, Gestapo City September 26.
Hello. Welcome readers of YAZ. You will have to excuse me. Im drunk. And Im pissed off as well as pissed. Pardon? Why you ask? Thankyou, I will tell you. Its 12.10. Saturday night. Well, 0.10 Sunday morning if you like that sort of thing. Im pissed off. And you know what? You dont, but Ill tell you, I just got searched on the way OUT of Rock City. IN I can handle. But OUT. Yeah, thats right. Mr Rock in Nottingham, voted rock club of the year for I dont know how many years (why people???), has decided that I am worthy of an outwards search. Sorry, they may ban me, but WHY? WHAT DO YOU THINK I AM DOING. WHO DO YOU THINK I AM. For those that dont know, capitals mean shouting. As in SHOUTING.AS IN PISSED WELL FUCKING OFF. FEELS LIKE THEY REGARD YOU AS A DRUG DEALER? OR HARMFUL? OR CRIMINAL? Most of you wont know to answer that, but I think that if you ever get to know me, then youll be able to make a well informed decision. Ill tell you for nothing, Rock City has a major fucking attitude problem. It tries to stamp over everything in Nottingham. Last week, it stopped its hometown heroes from having stagedivers. Pitchshifter in case you are wondering. WAKE THE FUCK UP. THE SUN DOES NOT SHINE OUT OF YOUR ARSES, NO MATTER WHAT YOU MAY FUCKING THINK. Sorry, but my knuckles are fucking red raw, cos Ive been hitting the fucking walls all the way home. I take serious offence. For those that dont know me, I dont even smoke, let alone take drugs. But I do have long hair. And yes, Im drunk. Ill admit that. I do fit into the national stereotype for heavy metal fans. But one of the last places that I expected to uphold that stereotype was Rock City. But theyve managed it. Fucking narrow minded wankers. Like everyone else, theyre just interested in the bucks they make. I AM FUCKING SEETHING. I FEEL LIKE MAKING A FORMAL COMPLAINT TO ROCK CITY. BUT I KNOW THEM. THERES NO POINT TELLING THEM, COS THEYRE NOT INTERESTED. STUCK UP FUCKING HYPOCRITES. I AM REALLY FUCKING MAD.
Maybe they think that as Im leaving so early, I mustve scored a deal somewhere, and now making my way out. Well sorry, but once the gig is over, theres fuck all other reason to stay in Rock City. Its not really as a great a place as they would maybe like to think it is.
Sorry, a gig review is meant to be here. Ok, just wait until the morning. I seriously need to calm down. ROCK CITY, IF YOU EVER READ THIS, YOU SERIOUSLY NEED TO GET YOUR FUCKING HOUSE IN ORDER. SOME PEOPLE AND PLACES, SERIOUSLY OVERESTIMATE THEIR OWN IMPORTANCE. Goodnight, Im going to sleep on this.
Ok, its Sunday now, Ive calmed down a bit. Ill do the review. But I wont retract what Ive written. I know it wasnt much, and as I wasnt carrying anything, I shouldnt be upset. But I've been going to that place for 3 years now, and never been searched coming out. Will they do it to the other maybe 2000 people that were in there? I doubt it. Anyway, first up are Medulla Nocte. The same set as theyve been playing on all the gigs this year, and once more, it has to be said, they totally blew the other bands away. It is a cliché, but if they were American, people who be wanting to have their babies, theyre so good. Instead, when Paul asks if people have the album, theres a few mute cries. So I hope some of the others bought a copy after the gig, especially seeing as it was on sale for a hell of a lot less than in the shops. The set seems almost more intense than before. Paul wasnt lying when he welcomed people to the show with Iron Monkey, Misery, and some noise from us. All Our Friends are Dead, though it may not have been a chart hit, finally sees people getting to grips with them. An outstanding band.
It was funny though watching the bloke next to me in a Soulfly shirt. Soulfly, macho. Hard. Honest. And he seemed to enjoy taking the piss out of how hard Medulla seemed to be. Yknow the sort of thing people do. How strange for someone in a Soulfly shirt. Maybe Paul needs to shout Keeeler, and Fuck Shit Up. Then people will take note of this band.
Iron Monkey are next, and I still cant fathom them I find it hard to get past the wall of noise that is vocalist Morrow. At one point, he introduced a song as one off the new album, but I dont know what. Seems to matter little, as hell just throw himself into it anyway. It seems strange to talk of subtlety in this sort of extreme music, but Medulla have the subtlety to make them accessible, while the Monkey dont.
As for Misery. Well, theyre operating on a different level again. More light and shade I think is one of the more pretentious terms that gets used. And I still only own the first album. Still, the new track, No Exit, sounds like one of the best things that they have actually done yet. So it means that the new album, due out according to Patrik in six months, 12 months, 3 years, whenever, could be their best yet. Along with the track Kiss Your Boots, which seems to get most people up and at them. Sort of thing. As does Yet Another One. At least thats what someone shouted out for, and thats what they got. And they leave the stage to feedback which isnt quite as impressive as that of Iron Monkey, who do good feedback. Even if they overdo it.
Sorry, crap review. I got, er, pissed off by events.