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Saturday, March 31, 2007
9:46 AM Dogging In Tottenham Court Road I haven't been going to as many gigs this year as 2006, so when Vic offered me her spare ticket to see Dogs I was more than willing to give the band a go. Roll up Mean Fiddler last night, and there I was in the crowd waiting to get rocked. Disappointment she wrote. Well, it's not so much disappointed I felt, rather than a feeling of contempt for anyone and everyone there. You see, this band, these 'Dogs' as they like to be called, are peddling what I'm frequently referring to as Knob Rock; rock for knobheads. They sounded like rip-offs of The Jam (check their myspace if you can be arsed), and everyone in the crowd seemed to be a bunch of 'lads', with their Fred Perry polo shirts, cans of lager and fag smoke EVERYWHERE. Their chanting for the band was more like listening to a crowd of football fans in that singing-but-actually-just-talking-loudly way. There was a Wetherspooons Oasis England match Sun reading vibe around that I was very uncomfortable with. Of course, you can't blame a band for what their fans are like. However you can blame a band for what a band are like; the front man walked onstage wearing a black t-shirt and a fat gold chain around his neck. Oh dear. When did this all happen to rock music? All I've seen in recent times are one of four types of gig; Knob Rock, Mincer Rock, Emo Rock and Sunday Supplement Rock. Knob Rock is pretty much that of the above, and perpetuated by the likes of Kasabian and Hard-Fi. Mincer Rock mostly seems to revolve around fashion, with girls dressing as retro as possible and guys preening themselves with their prefectly formed emo haircuts. Not much moshing about as their don't want to get messed up, just light bopping and distinct lack of atmosphere. Emo Rock, although not confined to emo music, is for hardcore fans who are hardcore just for the sake of it. It's hard to explain the phenomenon, but I saw it best at Funeral for a Friend where everyone seemed to be out-hardcoring each other. "No, I know every single word from the songs, and I can shout them louder and point harder at the band than YOW!!!! AND I bought several copies of their highly limited edition EP for 700 pounds!". Ffkk. Off. Sunday Supplements are usually a bit older, drink wine at gigs and wear work clothes. Atmosphere is at a minimum, but at least the music is usually slower/acousitc so it kinda fits. Without wanting to sound like an old fart, what happened to the good old days? My gigging in the 90s was all about the band! The fans, although energetic in their moshing and crowd surfing, always seemed to be nice people. There was no major thing about how they were dressed, jeans and a t-shirt was all that was required. If someone fell on the floor there were always plenty of people around to get them back on their feet (as opposed to knob rock where they all pile in on the hapless person, steal their wallet and set fire to them whilst filming it on their cameraphones). So, the Dogs gig was pretty dire. The worst thing is that all superficialness about clothes and fans aside, the situation could have been infinitely better had the band been any good! They were flat and instantly forgettable, thus ruining any chance of salvaging something from the night. The cigarettes, cans and petrol bombs went flying about when they did their song End of an Era, which had the lyrics "What a wanker, what a wanker, I'm going away from here". Very apt, as that's exactly what I thought and did. Leave a comment ::
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I know all the words to the FFAF cd you got me for my birthday....
I hate Hard-Fi. I was in Staines a year or so back, and I saw the lead singer in a pub. Grrrr… I just wanted to make an angry face at him, and shout "we all know you're from Staines by the constant fact you're always banging on about it in interviews - you don't ACTUALLY need to hang around here!"
I've not heard of these fellas, so naturally, I Googled them. I ended up in the gallery section of their main website, and was struck by the similarity between their photos, and the ones that girls force you to look at of their last holiday in Ibeethah. Random images, most of them boring, silly but not funny to you cos you weren't there, and crap. The only one that caught my eye was the second to last one, where there appears to be a 'Most Haunted' esque light anomaly on some nobber's shoulder. You know your pictures are crap when dead people are trying to get in them.
Dude! I don't check your blog for like, two days and you have a mass of stuff posted!
Just like T-Bird*, I get get trapped in a mirror for a couple of days and miss this lot!
* I'm assuming T-Bird didn't get trapped in a mirror...
jiggles - it's a good cd, it's just the fans that are wallies. Like us.
Ooh, I didn't know that. But then I'm not a Michael Jackson fan...
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