I was excited for the Old Sal gig for 2 reasons.
1) I got to see Helliquin. I have a soft spot for neon painted, scantily clad screaming, heavily tattooed rock men.
2) The stage has a massive window behind it so as you play you can be seen by the traffic going past on Maid Marian way and also wave at people at the bus stop outside! This amuses me greatly. I am a simple woman.
Sherrif Fatman kicked the gig off with some shouty punk jumpiness, they had a lot of energy. I’m sorry to say that I missed most of their set due to technical issues on my part so cant say much else about them.
We were loud, Very loud. So loud in fact that the set was like a great big glorious car crash of noise. Don’t get me wrong, we played well but due to acoustics we couldn’t differentiate the subtleties of our performance so gave it a kicking to make up. I played my guitar so hard I bled. No really, I managed to rip open my middle finger and by the end of the set ‘Beast’ (yes that’s my guitars name) looked like a CSI crime scene.
A local photographer Chloe Atkin took some pics, sadly pre-injury;
Helliquin, all war painted up played a great set, including an impromptu acoustic song. Being a generous lot they also gave out a free CD, I have enjoyed it on a number of occasions since the gig.
Well done guys.
