Just cause he's had a coupla cans, he thinks its alright to act like a d*ckhead
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I wanted to like this gig..no in fact I wanted to love it... seeing one of my favourite bands of all time for the second time this year, in a smaller, more powerful venue, it had all the ingredients of a memorable night. And memorable it was, but for all the wrong reasons.Within twenty minutes of getting through the doors two fights had nearly erupted and rumours of people pissing on the floor were all ready spreading, before the first band had come on the pushing had started, with numerous groups of well oiled scousers determined to tread everyone under foot on their way to the front.Then the music started. "The Rascals":http://www.myspace.com/rascalmusic took to the stage for a set of sub-par indie rock. Sounding "like the Zutons without the sax player...or good songs" (as I put it at the time) they may not have been great, but they did get the crowd fired up. Which was unfortunate. The pushing became more intense and indiscrimate- I've never seen people have to be lifted out of the pit at such a small gig because they couldn't take it anymore, but here this was happening after the support acts. But it was not until The Horrors came on that things got really rabid.The assorted hoodlums seemed unable to cope with the neo-gothic eccentrcity of Spider Webb and the boys, greeting them with a chorus of "Who are you?" and a barage of bottles and coins. Frightened by their far-outness the audience lost all respect, treating the band with utter contempt. The Horrors tried to amke the best of a bad gig, lapping up the abuse with irony and continuing to play with heart, but sadly the actions of a sizeable contingent of idiots ruined this set for anyone with an open mind. As The Horrors beat a hasty retreat, it was then time for the crowd to increase their frenzy to unparalled and intolerable levels.Kicking of with new song Sand-Trap, followed by favourites _This House is a Circus_, _Teddy Picker_ and the now ubiquitous _I bet you look good on a Dancefloor_ the energy of the songs spurred on a full advance by the assholes. Within 5 songs I was the only one smaller than six foot in the first three rows and had to cope with a myriad of flailing arms and elbows that threatened to floor numerous people around me. Prolonged pauses seemed to come between songs in the hope of halting the carnage, but things quickly returned to mayhem. Losing my shoes led to a increased pummelling, and an eventual retreat, crowd-surfing my way to safety during _Leave Before the Lights Come On._ From the safety of the sides the gig continued in a much more enjoyable fashion, _505_ as epic as one would expect and _Brianstorm_ invigorating my flagging spirits.But even with this more enjoyable vantage point the gig did not seem as good as the summer. Where as before AM revelled in the attention, caring more for passion than precision, this gig had an air of "going through the motions" about it. Mid set banter was almost non-existent, expect for a stinging (but deserved) "wankers" addressed to the crowd for "throwing tomato sauce at the Horrors". Indeed the band's farewell smacked of something more serious, phrased like a leaving lover, ("It’s not you, it’s me, we just need some time apart") one could read in all sorts of hints about the future of AM. But for now that future seems bright, while this may not have been their best performance, it still put many bands to shame, sparkling with energy and enjoyment. However, the actions of a few elements of the crowd relegated a good gig into the realms of disapointment.
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