Melt Banana
Monday, November 21st, 2005
I saw Melt Banana with Cez last night. It’s the first gig I’ve been to in a VERY long time. I remember a time when I was seeing gigs every other week. Memories.
This was a great but slightly frightening gig. I was on the perimeter of a mosh pit thanking my lucky stars I wasn’t one of the petite, very confused Japanese girls stuck in the middle of it being ping-ponged about the place looking pained.
Speaking of pain, the vocalist for the first support act sounded like he was in much pain “singing” as I was listening to him. He wasn’t a lyrical genius - I managed to decipher the words “NAHHHHHHHHHH” and “RAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH”. And he never faced the crowd. Probably ashamed of his limited vocabulary. I think I summed it up best when I said “this is what nightmares sound like”. But that’s probably exactly what they were after.
Second band were good but forgettable. Cez and I spent much of it thinking of names for a wrestling entrance theme cover band, our latest fantastic idea that will never come to fruition.
Third band were trying too hard to be clever and prog-rockish. They ended up seeming pretentious and the singer got heckled to hilarious effect by the drunkards waiting impatiently for Melt Banana. To be fair, they were evidently excellent musicians but weren’t at all exciting. Three out of four of them wore should-have-gone-to-Specsavers-style glasses. I mean, come on. Glasses aren’t rock ‘n’ roll. I can say that because I wear glasses myself. At least wear sunglasses or tinted shades or something. Now that’s cool.
The ‘Nana were pretty good. I made the mistake of watching the gig sober, so resultantly they weren’t nearly as good as I semi-recall them being when I saw them (again with Cez) well and truly sozzled at the Mean Fiddler 3 years ago. Some spaced-out, drug-addled bastard was jostling for position with me at the front of the stage. Some well positioned elbows to his ribcage saw him off though.