What can a tenner get you these days? A meal out? No. A ticket to a football match? No. A train ride to the nearest city? Definitely not. How about a ticket to the hottest touring triple bill on the UK gig circuit today? Abso-flippin’-lutely.
On this Glamtastic tour three of the coolest cats on the block joined together to bring a whirlwind of trashy glitter and glam from the distant shores of Norway, Sweden and err….Nottingham. That’s just over three quid a band – you can’t even get a beer for that. Bargain of the century.
First off, with a name that may possibly cause a few search engine freakouts, Oslo’s Suicide Bombers.
Fronted by the enigmatic and charisma filled Chris Damien Doll, this colourful bunch of Scandinavian vagabonds created the biggest smash n’ grab Rock ‘n ‘Roll ramraid since the Brinks Mat Bullion robbery kicking off with a suitably explosive “Dynamite Playboys” with a chorus so punchy it was like going ten rounds with Mike Tyson.
A flurry of drums and a biting riff heralded “Let’s Rock n’ Roll” complete with skyscraping chorus while “Keep An Eye On You” and the chestbeating “All For The Candy” and “Tonight Belongs To Us” kept the temperature soaring but nothing quite prepared for the knockout one two of “Suicide Idol” with its relentless drum beat and the singalong “Bladerunner (Tokyo Nights)” which saw the gauntlet well and truly thrown down. This was one monstrously tough act to follow.
Next up with the unenviable task of stepping up after the Suicide Bombers were Stockholm based Trench Dogs featuring Australian Andy Hekkandi, complete with Davy Crockett style hat. Squint and you’d swear it was Janice Joplin standing before you.
With a sound akin to a sleazy concoction of The Stones circa the classic Exile era with a dash of the Faces, Trench Dogs kicked off riotously with “Self Sabotage” and “Kids” before coming bang up to date with their latest single, the swaggering “Cobblestone Waltz” while “Gin Beat” and “Wine Stained Eyes” revealed their love of a boozy night or two as “Homesick Parade”, a rollicking romp of a song, closed their set in rambunctious style.
Topping the bill tonight were Continental Lovers from Nottingham fronted by Joe A. Maddox, bringing a dash of British Glam sleaze to the evening coming across as a car crash meeting of Hanoi Rocks and the Quireboys in style and substance.
Kicking off with the driving riff of “St. Joan” and the pacey “Tape Deck” from their self-titled debut release, they were up and running. The delightfully titled “Paraffin Lips” and the Punky “Tattered Star” complete with glorious gang vocal infused chorus quickly followed.
“Wedding Song” was a more wistful, dreamy side of their repertoire before closing with a sleazy crash through the Stones classic “Dead Flowers” from “Sticky Fingers”.
Three bands for ten English pounds – now that’s a trashed out evening of glitz, glamour and sleaze.
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