Hit the road at 5.30 after going to footy; Swindon's home defeat by Portsmouth consigned this gutless team and their awful manager Steve McMahon to relegation to Division 2. Sad? Not I! There are more important things in life - gigs, for one!
Ady came along in our packed carload on a flyer, and got a ticket from a tout, thereby joining us up on the balcony, in the Gods; "Level 3", ironically for a Saturday!
Coast, on at 8, played an admirable set of chunky, if unformulated, guitar pop. Apparently they're yet another Creation guitar band from Scotland - hardly original therefore, but by no means poor.
60 Ft. Dolls, on at 8.45ish, were spiky and spunky, and ripped through an amphetamine-rush of a set which actually must've been splendid from the moshpit. I'm actually warming to the Dolls on repeated exposures, despite the one or two (well, lots then) obvious Jam comparisons.
The Boos kept us waiting for awhile after the lights went down, but eventually emerged, with vocalist Sice wearing a floppy mop-top wig! "I Hang Suspended", a brilliantly poppy opener, was followed by virtually the same set as at Portsmouth a couple of weeks ago, Sice (wig discarded after a couple of numbers; "it's better without it," he reckons) leading the Boos through their usual mix of oddball pure pop, and psychedelic pastoral landscapes. "Lazy Day", the set closer, and the encore "Find The Answer Within", highlights of another fine sparkling night out on the Boos (ouch)!