boards of keyness
(JU-60, JP-4, Pro-One, DX7+EMT10)
Oberahein DX drum machine
Sound mix by Mack
Arguably the most completely ahine gig in Feline's history so far! :-O
It was another headlining show, arranged for them by Belfarce pop svengali
Dave Sinton (who has since retired to enjoy a career in patio furniture…)
The venue was 'Giros', home to the Warzone Collective, an experimental
punk colony of crusties, vegans and little pitbulls.
Venue policy included not having any bar or bouncers, but instead packing in as
many 15-year old spides (with their carry-outs of cheap cider) as possible
Unfortunately, many of these drunken spides took issue with Feline's haircuts and
ZX Spectrum, worried that we might be more punk than they were.
Tension was high, and matters deteriorated further when Feline had to pause their
set midway, to load the rest of the songs off cassette tape, into the ZX Spectrum's 48K
memory. Soon the air was filled with vicious puntastic chants of 'schpeckkkay!! schpeckkay!!' [NornIrish for a gentleman or lady who wears spectacles.]
Feline ploughed on undeterred, bravely launching into their analogue punk anthem,
This is the Manifesto. However within seconds all hell broke loose…
Spides launched an attack on the Feline entourage, with Feline's Cultural Attaché
pinned to the ground beneathe a bald eleven-stone millie, and international AIDS doktor
Saint Charlotte de Bryson reduced to floods of tears :-O. Pints of beer
were flung over our vintage boards of keyness, and poured ceremoniously into
David's boots (which, as ever, he had taken off so as to be able to play his bass pedals...)
Luckily some Big Men broke up the worst of the fighting, leaving Feline to race through the remainder of their set as quickly as possible, and make their escape from
the venue.
Bottles, glasses and used vegie-burgers rained down on them from above as they
packed their boards of keyness away into the car and raced back to Feline HQ. In the end, this gig
turned out to be the last time to date that Feline ever used ZX Spectrum live on stage…
The gig did lead to the bands first taste of what real pop fame is like,
as the next day David was recognised in the street by two members of The Public,
who gushed enthusiatically Yeoah! Feline are Shite!.
Back in the basement of Percy Lodge, in deepest Dromore, Nick ponders how to
make Feline more spide-proof in future.
Note the tambourhine on the far left…
GIGARAMA…
