Chugged down to this one in the Mini of one of Veronica's friends, and, following a direction-mare, we ended up parking a good quarter-mile from the gig itself! D'oh! The venue is a large hall with chairs along one side, so, after meeting up with Soke for a beer in the bar, I took a seat (!) to watch The Clouds trippy, if a little miserable, support set of guitar fuzz which started badly, but improved.
However, I was on the front barrier for World Of Twist, who again had an elaborate stage set of pillars and revolving plinths, if a little toned down for the big tour as opposed to the larger scale Astoria setup. I dunno, I'm 26 and should really be getting a bit old and cynical, but WOT, "live", fill me with boundless enthusiasm and have me bopping away, clapping and shouting for more like a stupid teenager. Another fabulous concert, this, with frontman Tony Odgen confirming his superstar talent, leading WOT through a firework-studded set of powerful and instant memory-hugging pop classics. In this form, right now I'll never tire of seeing World Of Twist!
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