Marvel Tour Diary #2

By on Tuesday, 21st April 2009 at 2:00 pm

tirednick5th April, World’s End

World’s End was fun today. We had a good reception, free beers and we celebrated by heading to Iceland to buy frozen cheesecake. It tasted like foam and jam.

Later we trekked out to The Catch in Hoxton to watch a friend’s band called Romance who recently had column inches in the NME. The number of trendy haircuts in the venue blew us away.

6th April, 93 Feet East

Tonight was our first ever show in Hoxton and, Jesus, we were treated like rock stars. I had a keyboard tech and a guitar tech! Normally we have one sound guy who complains when we knock over the kick drum mike. This time we had a team. EACH!

Add to that a rider of beer, the wicked backstage, the decent turnout and – actually getting paid – and we had a very special night. Promoters, technicians and pundits impressed. Score.

Sam managed to smash the back of his spare guitar neck into Nick, which meant the near obliteration of the only other left handed instrument we had. Oh yeah, and Nick had a mild concussion. This was ok though since it was the end of the set.

ourbandisnotcalledthisAs we were leaving we noticed that the printers hadn’t quite nailed our band name.

In spite of this misprint – and noted this was not the legendarily nice promoter’s fault – we still found time to make our mark in the backstage – Todd created a massive black pen graphic of our logo and myspace.

8th April, Tommy Flynn’s

Tommy Flynn’s show is overshadowed by the knowledge that we have to get up at Obscene O’clock the next morning to travel to Jersey for two sets that day. Still, we were keen to play again – yesterday was our first day off in ages and we didn’t like it. Tommy Flynn’s is an extremely intimate place. As often seems to be the case from our experience of playing in Camden, we were sandwiched between two folk bands. Needless to say, we were pretty disconcerted by what the punters might think. Thankfully, we had a very warm reception. Nick made good use of the space by running up and down the short staircase into the crowd, unplugging much of Sam’s equipment in the process. Also, the synths were too quiet (but then I would say that) but that sort of thing happens, so was pretty fun show.

We then had a lot of alcohol left to drink. We drank it. This was a bad idea. We got to sleep around 4am.


9th April, Live Lounge [two sets, one 14+, one 18+], Jersey

We woke up for the flight at 630am. Tube to Victoria, Gatwick Express, then aeroplane, in Jersey by 1:30pm, at sound check by 3pm. We were late.

A filthy amount of coffee cups later and we are waiting for people to show up for the first leg of the evening. We’ve always pulled a lot of kids to our shows and so we’d been very excited to play an all-ages bash back home. We all have very fond memories of Easter last year where we put on a show in the middle of nowhere in a scout hall, more accustomed to knitting circles than punk shows. That night we had 300 kids through the doors and more than we could number climbing through the windows at the back.

So naturally we were hyped for this show. In fact, we were so excited, that Todd made an online trailer for the gig using footage from the end of our 93 Feet East show. Check it out to get a feel for how keen we were:


Doors at 5pm and few people come in. Then we wait. Turnout is pretty disappointing. Perhaps we didn’t promote the show properly? Well, we did local radio interviews and newspaper articles. We heard someone is having a party that night. Maybe that’s where everyone is? Or maybe, it’s just that people don’t care anymore. These thoughts are never great when you have come home specifically to play such a show. After a serious Ego deflation and a show, which is tantamount to a long sound check, we’re now having a drink.

Then we twig the main reason. It is easy to forget, but we are all 20 year olds. So, two years worth of people who went to the schools in Jersey who made up our main fan base are now over 18 and would much prefer a drink with their live music. When we head back to the venue for the later set, we are greeted by a lot of friends and fans – a seriously needed pick me up – and we then tear through our set to a pretty full room. Great atmosphere. Great times. Sam snaps strings. Todd bangs his guitar on the floor. Sam’s keys stop working. He hits it. It works. Nick scissor kicks repeatedly, knocking over microphones. We enjoy audience mass sing-alongs for Fiasco and You Go Nowhere. The set finishes in a wash of delay-warped feedback and the four of us are sweat-drenched. It has been a long day and we are beyond tired. It’s good to be home.

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