FUNGALPUNK GIG REVIEWS
This should be an in-depth review but pills and ale don't mix, the mental fog gets thicker and instead of doing the review next day I went birding in Derbyshire instead - (8.5 mile walk with a 2.5 stone rucksack on me back and my good ladies for company, 55 species, glorious weather, a cod from the chippy to finish - right decision methinks). So you will get what ya get which is more than what most will do - hey, it help keeps things remembered, gives the bands poke and hopefully spreads the word.
A black out - yeah the pills and beer and complete mental exhaustion sprinkled with powerfully flavoured granules of disillusionment - aaagghhh!
A swift beer, a natter with some fine folk, back up to a full, sweaty room for a band who are on a good promotional push and riding tightly on the wagging tail of a flourishing dog. I could gripe, there are many fine bands getting little attention, many fine gigs going by the by because certain idiot boxes are not ticked - what is the point in bitching on about it? Aural blinkers are fashionable - defeat for the enthused is a common taste. Music is dead, punk is dead, the whole fuckin' shebang is dead - strip it out, swill it out and get back to those nasty basics - long live DIY, long live music, long live purist punk. Spunk Volcano and the Eruptions are a band of entertaining 'erberts who, by hook, crook, luck have an abundance of quality tunes to easily digest - ask the frontman and it is all down to sheer brilliance and a God given gift - the bastard ha, ha. This palatable produce is what wins the day and comes over threat, outraged hollering and off kilter experimentation done with passion - that is how it is and in truth why shouldn't it be? The band played well, the impact made was there for all to see, the consistency in deliveries very sexy indeed with that song about 'Crossfire' a sure fire ball-bearing in the face of the unconvinced. The niche that they find themselves in is gratifying to the players and listeners alike and even though I am an angular and pig awkward sod out of the two options (get out, destroy or run with it) the latter is the most obvious one to choose. Success will come, they are already on Rebellion (a punk festival I hear that many have been trying for years to get on) and with toons like they have the fanbase will grow. This review is barbed, of course it is, it is the only way to get questions answered, to gain transparency and to make a feeble attempt at reality - it is there to be misread, misinterpreted and used against me - but it should not be any other way. The end question is what of the verdict - well, in truth I don't rate the Spunked machine as generic specific, it is consumable MFP but...you can't help but enjoy the racket for what it is. PS - excuse me for missing the last 2 songs, things were swimming, the mental goldfish were really going at it.
There ya go, a gig review - first of the year in fact due to the cut backs I think. Does it capture the point, the flavour, the vibe that is going down in Manc land? Does it get my personal slant across, does it prickle the punkless piss out there, does it congratulate those on an upward curve and keeping it real? I don't know - all I can do is rattle em' from the heart and take the flack. Anyway, it were a good night, some lovely faces in attendance who are a pleasure to natter with and see and all I would like to do is say thank you - thank you to STP for knowing what is what and still doing the right thing (wink, wink), to the good people who like to share a bit of Fungal company and to the ones who know in their hearts that they haven't sold their sonic arse to the devil. Cheers my lovely dears.
review by OMD (25 February 2014)