Die! Die! Die!

Yes, it's true, I did see the greatest rock n' roll band in the world this weekend. U2? Hell, no: DIE! DIE! DIE!

The Spreadeagle in Shoreditch is a funny old venue for live bands. It's basically a tiny wee pub with a drum riser. The bands weren't so much playing in front of the audience as in and around the audience (which was packed into every nook & cranny). First up was the always-excellent Grande Cobra, who only had one mike, half a PA, and no-one at the sound desk, but with punk-rock energy and enthusiasm they still cranked out an awesome performance.

I'm sorry, did you say energy and enthusiasm? Cause when I hear that, I now say: "Die! Die! Die!" (I really love saying that. In sort of the Nick-Cage-killing-John-Travolta-at-the-end-of-Face-Off kind of way) I don't think I've ever seen so much live energy coming off a band.

The drummer smashed two sticks. The bass player pole-danced and then used the pole to play his bass (appropriately, the Spreadeagle really did use to be a strip-club). The lead singer had this insane move in which he spun round in a circle really fast, then twisted his head and held out his arm so that his guitar came flying off his body and launched itself across the pub (thanks to the power of centrifugal force! It broke, so he just picked up another)- then he'd grab the mike, leap into the crowd, and get back to the band by crawling across the bar. The crowd ate it up- the bar staff didn't seem so impressed.

Anyway, great, great stuff- I had a grin on my face the entire time. They're playing three more London venues before they head back to NZ so go and see them you good cunts!