My first review for over a month, although I’ve been to plenty of gigs, its been for pleasure (most times) & also most bands watched have been given the once over on many occasions. We always look forward to these Punk in Drublic nights at the Dudley, as they’re well organised, well attended & have a good sound. Tonight was no exception.

Myself & Steve Sync whetted our appetite at the Swan with a couple of pints, it’s a pub I used to haunt as a (ahem) 17 year old when I first left home. In those days the Dudley was a biker pub called The Load of Mischief & was a no-go area for a mohicaned young punk rocker like myself, Bar Blu was a spit ‘n’ sawdust pub called the Alex where I’d spend my time playing pool with the new friends I had made at The Bistro. The Bistro, the one place in Rhyl at the time that was alternative, but not alternative to be putting on punk bands at the time for those bands were few & far between. The Vaj had disappeared up their own err.. vaj, The Grids from Flint had imploded, The Alarm where sharing bongs with U2. In fact The Storm from Prestatyn were about all we had. There was no punk or alternative gigs twice a week, no websites or radio shows pushing the cause. Oh how spoilt we’ve become; it’s fucking great.

It is fucking great cos it means that bands like Kneejerk can take the piss big time & form an offshoot project called The Beastiality Boys, (pic above) not quite sure why but it was good for a laugh. Not even sure if there were any original numbers in there, but the crowd mopped it up, took the piss, spat the beer & tried their hardest to maim each other. Having members of your band playing in another band always gives you a mixed feeling, Paul Puke & myself played in NRG for a laugh, doing 3 or 4 gigs, 4Q‘s bassist Wayne The Bastard must’ve felt those mixed emotions (when he was sober enough) & vented his frustrations via his then girlfriend, who was rather vocal about the whole senario if I recall. So I dunno how Spikey Cat felt about seeing 2 of her Kneejerkers playing in another band, but it does seem the norm these days to be in at least 2 bands. Perhaps they all think they’re Phil fucking Collins.

L98 (pic above) have obviously been locked away since I last saw them (Oct03), & frantically rehearsing. Their set last time showed promise but was messy, this time they delivered their songs by first class post, being much tighter & no bass wanking! With George Bush You’re a Nazi still a firm favourite. The singer just needs to come out of his shell; sure, he’ll scream ‘Fuck off’ if he’s goaded but he needs to goad his audience rather than spend the entire set trying to gouge out his own eyes.

The Cox (top pic) make an impromptu appearance after the ‘ + Guests’ didn’t turn up (whoever they were). You now know what you’re gonna get from this band, a set tighter than that rubber basque on display in the town’s new sex shop, a barrage of songs barely over a minute long, plenty of abuse slung in both directions & a mouthful of beer in my face from bassist Steve after I had earlier paid him a similar compliment. Their ‘hit’ so to speak is the awesome Nailbomb The Dancefloor (and it awesome). Really looking forward to recording this session for Adam Walton’s Radio Show even if they’ll have to do something about the line ‘DJ die you fucking cunt’, apart when its aimed at their Radio One namesake Sara.

Leigh kept screaming at the crowd to ‘get off the wall’ – this wasn’t a plea for us all to buy a Michael Jackson album, but more of a reference to stop leaning against the wall & break a few limbs. I attended a kiddies party the following day and the Bouncy Castle reminded me of the live room at the Dudley only when you hit the floor here you didn’t rebound straight back up.

Now where was I? Ahh yes, reminiscing about the good old days when I didn’t have to go to alternative gigs at least twice a week to see quality bands on my doorstep, those days when slam dancing to Spear of Destiny‘s Liberator at The Bistro was as alt as you’d get & if I was really lucky I might’ve been treated to Sisters of Mercy‘s Temple of Love at Poppies on a Thursday. Ahh the good old days…