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Post by neilcrud on Feb 8, 2007 22:36:10 GMT
Dirty Words Green Minge Bar Blu, Rhyl 07.02.07 (Review n pix by Neil Crud) Ha ha - Blood & Lipstick promoter, post-punk DJ and coke-by-the-pint drinker Steve Rastin, whipped the rug from under the Green Minge (pic below) live debut after 20 minutes, stating it was a Broken Pavement moment - see review from 2004 www.link2wales.co.uk/tbg/gigs/flesh.htm. Yes it certainly was a Broken Pavement moment and for 20 minutes, the wonderfully named Green Minge kept the masses bemused, amused, unamused, ashamed and aghast. Any longer and I'm sure one (or all) of the band would've got bottled, but for those 20 minutes it was a mindless, yobbish and ridiculous spectacle to remember! There was a hippy band called Exit in the early 70s who used to have a fluid line up on stage , where people would join or leave the band during the set and just improvise. This was similar, but without the improvisation! The opening song (that is a very loose term - maybe 'piece' would be better) had the drummer texting someone on his mobile rather than play - again, I say drummer, but I don't think he actually played anything, instead choosing to get up, walk around the stage, drinking and then joining in on the microphones before a 'guest drummer' appeared. This led to a song of sorts, like the Butthole Surfers - a triple bad acid tripped out Butthole Surfers. It may turn out to be as legendary as the aforementioned Pavement performance, like the Old Dolphin Brigade at christmas. Hmmmm... Apologies to the excellent Micrographia and Schismatic, but being such a hard working twat, sleep beckoned me so I could be up at some ungodly hour on a snow filled morning. I can tell you that Microgrphiia will have been absolutely superb and a good source tells me that Schismatic were very, very good. Dirty Words (top pic) prove there is more to Llanberis than grey mountains, inbreeding and rain. There is a also a well rehearsed, tight band with an excellent drummer. The music isn't as ground breaking as it would've been, say 5 years ago, but these type of punk bands tend to do the rounds then discover diversity after a year or so. I'll link this review to see the difference next year...!
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Post by mankymusic on Feb 9, 2007 10:35:58 GMT
green minge = wylde stallions "on lead guitar Bill S. Preston, Esq, also on lead guitar Ted "Theodore" Logan, and together we are............." we didn't get to play till 12 :-(
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Post by neilcrud on Feb 9, 2007 19:15:22 GMT
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Post by mankymusic on Feb 12, 2007 12:49:36 GMT
Here is a review by Dave Micrographia....... Blu goes green... Andy is a bastard.Last night my good nature was taken advantage of, and now my poor old back has paid the price. Andy - your amp weighs a ton at 3 in the morning up 4 flights of stairs. Luckily the pain plasters over many of the memories of last night. After waking up this morning i felt the compulsory ignorance; that blissful half hour when all you thought you did was go to the pub. ...but which pub? Oh fuck....errr....Rhyl? What was i doing in Rhyl? My ears are ringing......oh.......We played a gig diddnt we...... I remember being 15; fun was moshing to thrash bands at the Hop Pole, or drinking white lightning in fields and crashing parties in posh cul-de-sacs. Gone are the days when one had to try really hard to shed that teenage angst. One had to be inventive, stand up and be a cut above the rest. Supply and demand, privatisation and healthy western competition. THATS what being 15 and drunk was about. No longer. Emo is purchaceable in almost every town and city in the country. Its possible now to pay for your angst, and shed it with a sly haircut and eyeliner. No more white lighnting, or classy Carling. In its place is something blue. Luminescent in the subtle UV lighting, the shadows of countless geometrically marvelous objects protruting from the earlobes of gyrating minors playing across it's surface. One can only imagine what ambrosia is held in those fantastic, alien bottles. What wonders have these children seen? What pandora's box will "green minge" open for us? The only real way i can explain how 'green minge' and their entourage of lary phunts made me feel is treading in fox shit. Although noticable when your dog rolls extatically in its fetour, it's clandestine intrusion into your house, carried in by your own stupid self, is much more difficult to notice. The smell is utterly vile. A sweet, meaty yet totally noisome odour. How can something so small mount such an olfactory assault on your senses? Your eyes water. Parly from the smell, partly because you realise it was your own stupid fault you're in this mess. You could have taken your shoes off before you came into the house. You could have not gone to the park all together. The humor of it is simple - "laugh and the world laughs with you, cry and you cry alone". What the hell eh? Its just shit after all! NO. no no NO. Its not funny. That TURD originated in a scabies-ridden fox's lower intestine. A dark, warm, fetid lair where only fox shit dares to roam. Befreinded only by tapeworms, fox shit is the most vile and utterly avoidable substance you could have brought home on the bottom of your shoe. And in the case of 'green minge' you actually paid for the privilage. What can you do? The fox turd doesnt care; you cant insult it, it listens to shit music and it drinks fizzy raspberry for fun and giggles. The only thing you can do is walk outside, find the hardest, most abrasive paving slab on the pavement, and stamp that terrible mess into the ashphalt. Fox hunting is essential. If you see the fox that laid that log again, shoot the fuck. It cant do what it did last night ever again if its rotting. Drink makes everything better. "Dirty Words" made things better too. Whether it was because the night had been ruined by the gay dance troupe on stage before hand i'll never know, but "Dirty Words" really were alright. Top trumps for trying that hard, for such a young band thay made a much bigger noise. All the best to them. Here here! When i heard "Schismatic" on sound check, the idea of headlining no longer sounded feasible. I felt totally robbed when i realised i wasnt going to be able to pickle myself to their beat, and that is i danced TOO hard i would probably collapse by the time i had to play. "Schismatic" truly are a militatly tight operation. Vocals, bass, and a laptop/keyboard. They played what sounded like the same song for the whole set, but WHAT A SONG. Dive-bombing breaks, synth that Midge Ure would be proud of and relentless, thrashing vocals. Big Black and Ministry. It was an honour to play along side them, and i hope we shall again soon. Schismatic - www.myspace.com/schismaticmusicDirty Words - www.myspace.com/dirtywordsmusic
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Post by markwj on Feb 12, 2007 12:58:29 GMT
3 reviews for one gig, must be unheard of!! And the last one, absolutely inspired.
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Post by neilcrud on Feb 12, 2007 17:57:46 GMT
Good to see the Green Minge thing moving on... if only for entertainment's sake....
Dogs also roll in badger shit - which is not quite as offensive...
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