The pub is laid out in an L shape and the stage sits in the recess of a corner. There's not a great deal of space but enough to ram in a load of sweaty fans. The band we stumbled upon were pure comedy. As soon as I saw them I thought of Simpsons cartoons. This is more or less what they looked like:
Another happy edition to this spectacle was the band's bame: Four Wheel Drive. What's not to love about that? Jeremy Clarkson would cream his pants at the thought. A four wheel drive wagon roving around full of half naked wannabe rock stars. Nice.
As I stood in the audience I cast my eyes around and noticed that in my black leather jacket, short skirt and boots combo I had inadvertently merged with the substancial fan base. They were loving the music, not shy and getting really getting stuck in. Many of them were wearing black t-shirts with the band's logo splashed across them in massive letters. Later, in the pub garden, these geriatic rockers revealed their various links with the band. They were all uncles, aunts and cousins showing great pride and support. It was heart-warming to see.
Seriously though, this band were doing the old-school rock thing and putting on a spirited show with absolutely no pedals or effects. Unusually the front man was on the bass. He was the only one who remained clothed throughout but you got the impression it was because of his wee belly that he probably felt self-concious about. The lead guitarist was wearing some rather fetching leopard print leggings which set off his massive frizzy barnet nicely. At one point two band members climbed on the amps and played from there. Real Simpsons style behaviour. I reckon the drummer was the most talented and energetic member of the band. He was going for it, pounding away like there was no tomorrow.
Verdict: Great entertainment but there's nothing cool or cutting edge about this band.
