Normally I am very positive about the gigs I attend. Sometimes I find one or two acts are a bit rubbish but there is something to make it a good night. This was not one of those nights.
I arrived late at the Moth Club because I stayed in watching the West ham v Leeds FA Cup semi-final go to penalties. So I didn't see the start of the gig, but I wasn't too cut up about not seeing all the set from the openers, Pedestrian Band. Nice enough bunch of lads, but they hadn't impressed me in two previous encounters. Would help if the lead singer could sing. He can't.
They did have a fair bit of support, but just at the front, from friends and family I guess. Not real friends as if they were real friends instead of cheering and some half-hearted bobbing (there wasn't really any other way of moving to the music as it was so discordant) they would have told them to give up. Honestly they were atrocious.
So on to Omerta. I had at least heard of them before. And while I wouldn't go as far as to say I liked them, I could see why others did. They were essentially a punk band, and they were energetic and fun, and had a good mosh pit going on.
And the lead singer did go into the crowd and joined the mayhem
And while I have seen many acts where band members peel off a t-shirt due to the heat, this guy was the first to divest himself of his trousers!
They did a memorable punk version of Nancy Sinatra's These Boots Are Made for Walking.
And then the headliners that I had come to see, Welsh punk outfit Lacross Club, never appeared. As I missed the start of the gig I maybe missed why they had scratched, but nothing happened at all. They just dismantled the stage.
I also got served a pint by the most sour-looking barmaid ever. Really not a good gig.
