She Wants Revenge & The Soho Dolls at The Roadhouse, Newton Street, Manchester

She Wants Revenge & The Soho Dolls at The Roadhouse, Newton Street, Manchester.

The Soho Dolls

You might be forgiven, seeing that they’re fronted by a girl wearing only a short skirt and some strategically placed tape, that the Soho Dolls might have some design afoot to distract their audience from their music, which you might expect not to be very good if it needs such a distraction. Distracting as she most certainly was, the music was pretty jolly good too - a varied range of songs that called all sorts of things to mind from New Order through The Kaiser Chiefs (or possibly those other ones that are a bit like them but aren’t them, you know, the ones with the one about walking away) and possibly even unto the lovely Morrissey. They were great. I’d like to see more of them. Come to Leeds and York, Soho Dolls!

She Wants Revenge

These chaps, judging by the size and lurid colour of their tour bus, must be something to somebody somewhere, but I’d never heard of them before last night. They were similar in style to the previous act, except the sounds of the various instruments all seemed to merge together much more and give a kind of continuous single sound that occasionally wandered a little too near the cacophonous to be pleasant. Only occasionally, though: most of the time they were ripping, especially the front man, who leapt about like nobody’s business all the while he was singing. In the end I found myself wondering about the curtains and the carpet, which I think either means I’d imbibed too much gin to pay attention to the end of their act or that all their songs were a little too similar to one another to remain interesting. Still, very enjoyable and I certainly wouldn’t actively avoid going to see them again.

Incidentally, on the way to Mabirmingchester the train stopped in Stalybridge, which was filled with smoke from a gigantic heather fire on a nearby hill. It was all very post-apocalyptic, and set the mood nicely for the rest of the evening: it was (from both groups) music to watch the apocalypse by, I think. Yes.

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Amazing evening

I must agree with all that the lovely Mr the Gent has wrote, it was a fantastic night, the following day was a tad unpleasant tho. Three hours sleep and too much gin equals a horrid day at work! On the plus side tho, whilst at the gig i met a very nice american lass who is traveling round the country with a mate and she just happened to be coming to york the next day for a while! Needless to say my number was immediately given and we met up last night for a few drinks - not wise considering i'd had nothing to eat, was still hungover and working on 3 hours sleep. But hey thats what being young is all about, so i mixed every drink possible (there was lager, cocktails and the evening ended with black sheep!) I sadly dont remember how i got home but i do know that i was sadly alone!

Sith Ifrika

How cool were those guys!! I spent last night playing Guild Wars in my attic and so missed your text about meeting the American chicks until about 3am after we finished watching The People versus Larry Flint. Hows THAT for what it's all about, being young?

I think you're a hero managing two nights out and a shift in as many moons.

Soho dolls are my new sex CD and I don't even own it yet. Not that I'll have much use for such an item until September...grrr...

Oh incidentally Von Strudel: if you want my festival ticket for this weekend then you can have it since I didn't manage to get my shift covered in the end. Hmmm.

Abraham Lincoln

Was there an Australian who looked like Abraham Lincoln or did I dream it like Brian's mum and the balm?

Memory

I can honestly say that i have no idea what any of them looked like, my memory is slowly slippig away from that evening. I do have lots of incoherent videos on my phone and an unusual number of photos of americans girls! I met up with them again on friday night - argh my head!!

BTW Ed, Pamela did comment several times that you seemed to spend most of the evening leaning against a wall looking moody and contemplative, which is actually one of the few memories i still have fom that night, along with trying to spell the numbers of my phone number to Pamela!!