MattBenn wrote: Pauly_j wrote: oubliette wrote:
I didn't witness it myself but the Jesus Years and Explorer boys told me about the time that they ended up playing an all dayer with Bring Me the Horizon (I think!) and as he jumped into the crowd, his emo wig went flying!
Wish I'd have been there for that!
This was in Grimsby and just as fantastic as it sounds. Him scrambling about on the floor in a packed room trying to find his hair extensions.
There was another time where a similar style band of that time were all in the toilets before they played blow drying their hair under the hand dryers while practising their screaming and all straightening their hair. Incredible to see, especially in that scummy venue.
a similar hilarious hair-metalcore story: penknifelovelife played josephs well, and the guitarist was spinning his guitar around, and throwing himself around like a goon, and hit the bassist in the face with his headstock. bassist collapsed off the front of stage into the crowd in a pool blood and got dragged off to the toilet and then taken off to hospital. apparently his eyesocket got shattered. the look on everyone's faces was priceless.
This reminds me of a gig I went to at the Common Place once where this band were playing (I think) on a very weird bill with Bring Me the Horizon, Valhalla Pacifists and Duck Stab. The place was full of horrible little arrogant 16 year old myspace wankers, who got more and more paralytic as the night went on. Not sure I've seen as much vomit in one place before, and it was even more surreal as I'd stopped drinking for a bit at the time.
A really bad noise gig at the Fenton, which was saved by an absolutely riotous and chaotic Bongoleeros set at the end of the night, but kicked off in tragic style by a chap who called himself Betty. He travelled up from London on the invitation of Monopolka who was also playing that night, but neglected to check with the promoter if it was alright. It was a Termite Club gig, so Mike Dando was running it and allowed him to play on the condition that it wouldn't be a very long set. When he came to play there was literally me, Steve Warwick, Paul Steere, the Monopolka guy and Mike Dando in the room, and all he did was plug a flimsy looking homebuilt mic into a couple of pedals and dangled it infront of an amp for 20 seconds until it fell apart much to his despair. He turned the amp off and that was that, leaving Dando to declare "I know I said to keep it short, but that was ridiculous!!!". Later on in the night a guy from LA called DOG played who was on date 2 of his 2 date European tour (Antwerp and Leeds), and whose set involved shoving what looked like a pound shop microphone into a green metal tube, thus producing no sound at all - I thought I was going mental.
There was a great Spin Spin the Dogs gig a few years back when they opened for Afrirampo in London, and some random homeless looking nutcase just got up onstage played his flute with them for a couple of songs. It was pretty next level.