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With this in mind I was more than pleased to
read on their web site that Bristol was to be one of only two gigs
in the UK outside of London the band were going to play as part of a
European tour. However, concerns about whether the gig was actually
ever going to happen came to the fore as the day came nearer, with
no mention of it being made anywhere other than the band’s own web
site.
No word in Classic Rock, no tickets on sale at
Bristol’s Ticket Shop, and no mention of it in either the Evening
Post or Venue magazine. Only a couple of days before the day of the
gig did an ad appear on the Myspace site of the Junction, the venue
where the band was due to play. Now, the Junction in Stokes Croft is
one of the very few live music venues in Bristol I have never been
to before, and its description as being “63% punk rock” didn’t
exactly fill me full of confidence that the band would be here
(don’t bother phoning the venue; the line is dead.)
On arriving I am much relieved to see that the
band is here, but nevertheless, to describe the Junction as both
small and dingy is to be generous on both counts, and it takes some
time to get used to the idea that Dirty Sweet are actually playing
in a place like this. As I get my first beer in the first support
band, Seerkind, is doing a sound check, and I take refuge in the
‘beer garden’ (a term that does violence to the word ‘garden’) to
take cover from the aural assault, whilst second support band Riot
Noise sound to my ears a lot more agreeable, though still not
entirely to my taste.
About 10.30 Dirty Sweet take to the stage to a
largely empty venue, a situation that is perhaps is understandable
considering the almost total lack of promotion. Nevertheless the
band perform magnificently - even appearing to be enjoying
themselves. From the opening song, Baby Come Home, they kick ass in
time-honoured fashion of classic rock and roll, play two encores,
and even end up having their photos taken with what is possibly
their youngest fan, a nine year old girl from Wales – aye it warms
yer heart!
Despite a thoroughly enjoyable gig I couldn’t
help but feel embarrassed that they were playing this miniscule
venue, despite their assurances that they were just over here to
‘test the water’: this band shouts ‘stardom’, and I doubt that it
will be too long before they are playing the sort of venue that they
deserve to play.
I truly hope that they come back to Bristol one
day (I will be the first in the queue for tickets) hopefully having
shot the current promoter. Meanwhile, I’m sure it wasn’t only me in
attendance that night who went home feeling that we had witnessed
something very special indeed. |