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The following text, in its entirely, answers my #StupidQuestion. Thank you Tony & Club Kingsnake. The link follows with better layout, images and stuff but I stole the whole text thing pasting it down here to get more chances of retriving it... without your kind permission, sorry...
Concert Review: New Model Army, Brighton, England
New Model Army
Thursday 25th May 2006
The Concorde II Club
Brighton - England
Ok, so I've been a New Model Army fan for some 20 years now. Going to see them is nothing new having toured with them almost every year. (Both here and across Europe.) I pretty much know what to expect. Although I do sometimes talk about giving it up and only going to hometown gigs I somehow always get roped in.
As the tour approaches I get increasingly frequent phone calls from others following around the country, checking that I'm gonna be at heir hometown gig, do I need a crash, can they stay at mine, do I fancy sharing petrol costs to the Shetlands, that kind of thing. Then before I know it I'm doing the whole tour.
This tour has followed a much similar recipie to all of the others. Arrive in a town sometime in the afternoon. Get some food and find the pub where everyone is meeting. It’s not always the closest pub. Often the town hosts have a favourite pub they use and it becomes a mission to find the crew. Sometimes we arrange to hook up with the band, (who are by now friends of ours) and we watch a match, like we did in Norwich for the Leeds/Watford game. This is usually a good opportunity to buy the guys drinks as a thank you for guest list places.
Anyway, Thursdays gig in Brighton Concorde 2 started like many others. We arrived in Brighton with Big Bill and managed to park on the sea front. After a quick bite to eat we soon found the crew in the Heist pub and started the customary consumption of alcohol. Come 8.30 we reckoned the support band had finished and we headed for the venue. Tommy Tee is behind the merch stall as we jump the queue and get out of the rain. Guest list places ROCK!
A few hellos to the stragglers and the people whose face you know from years of gigging but have yet to build a relationship with. The front of the venue near the stage starts to fill up with the eager locals and a few of the big faces from the following. Me and a few of the others stay near the Merch stall with Tommy Tee, waiting for the kids to tire themselves out and for one of the old songs to be played. Only then will we make an appearance en mass at the front.
The longer I follow this band, the less songs I know. I haven't played the new albums as much as I still do the old ones. I'm not the same guy I was 20 years ago and the new songs are much different nowadays. The old tracks bring back memories and are linked to some very strong emotions, to some special people and to a time ion my youth when things were very different. The old songs take me back to those times.
I know the set list starts with a few new tracks. I personally use this time to watch the band on stage as there is no chance to do this when in the pit later. (I remember years ago when Jez, the lead singer shaved off his long hair. It was halfway through the set till we noticed!) Stood at the back with Speedy, Dawn, Danny and Bernie I try to neck my beer before they play "Here Comes the War!" which is our cue. The tension rises in increments as we pace around, catching each others eye and smiling. "Want some of this?" I ask Speedy, offering my beer, which he takes and skulls in a mouthful.
Then the drums started, the heavy dull beat which for the band is the intro and gives Jez some time to swap guitars. The boys at the back take off our shirts revealing trademark tattoos. Suddenly there seem to be a dozen faces heading towards the front from different places in the venue. Nod stern hellos at some of the part time faces and arrive in the heaving, sweaty pit to catch the eye of the boys. It's going to go.
Anyone who has been to a New Model Army gig knows it is rough. Not as bad as it used to be, I mean, we are all getting a bit old now and can't go to work with Black eyes and fat lips. I remember Dr Joan (who is a GP) ended up with a black eye after every tour for about 6 years running. Poor lass. Speedy is a stock broker, Dawn is a financial advisor and I ran healthclubs, so not the alternative lifestyles which would tolerate such battle wounds. I'm glad it is less extreme now as there are less real fights at the front, and I always hated that.
It would usually be some local with a reputation as a "Hardcore NMA fan" who would want to stamp his authority on the gig. The music is pumped full of adrenalin and bravado and the kid would want to show everyone who was boss. Unfortunately the following are usually a good 30 strong (more in the old days) and so picking a fight with one of us is just stupid. Usually it would be Bill or I who would put a stop to it, hopefully before Jed noticed. That usually got messy.
As "War" kicks in the pit goes mad. The lightweights usually end up on their arse or make fast exits. There's usually a suprisingly handy local lass giving her all, trying to stay with it. So the boys go easy and make sure she stays upright and doesn't get nailed by one of the try-hards. This gig it was a really pretty skinhead girl from Holland who I have seen before. I'm just nodding my hello when I feel a "Whack!" in my jaw.
There in the middle of the pit is this dread youth with a Thunder and Consolation knot tattooed on his back. I see him head towards Bill with his elbows at head height and hope that Bill gives him some leeway. He does, the kid splits his lip with a very inconsiderately placed elbow. This is not good. As the song continues the kid gets a couple of hefty shoves that send him across the dance-floor and sprawling on his back or face. This usually ensures they get the message and they tone it down a bit, but this boy is a bit stupid. Bill catches my eye, so does Baby Bill. Dawn shakes here head 'cos she's seen this before. The boy comes back at Bill with venom and malice. He only gets halfway there as I catch his ponytail and pull him towards me. Dawn steps over and starts whispering in the pretender's ear and Bill, Speedy, Justin, Danny and some guy we call Freddy Boswell stand around looking like they want to eat his kidney. I've still got a handful of dreads and he's going nowhere, despite some effort.
The song finishes and we all stand around, waiting for the youth to throw a punch. He doesn't and retreats to the sidelines where his friends are standing at a safe distance. The next couple of songs are ballards so we don't see him for a while. We get chance to catch our breath and some of the lads have a fag. I'm watching the boy and his buddies, checking their facial expressions, watching them point. Bill wipes the blood from his still bleeding lip and raises his eyebrows. The intro to “The Hunt� comes on. If it's gonna go, it's gonna go now. "Not to ‘The Hunt’," I think, "That's a mistake."
The boy steps in, followed by two of his mates. We stand there and look at him, coiled and ready. Why does this have to happen? Why don't people just play nicely? He walks over to Bill and offers his hand. Then he turns to me and says "Sorry mate." in a thick Dublin accent "We just came all the way from Dublin for this one gig. We just get a bit excited you know."
"No worries mate, but I like my teeth where they are."
"Sorry mate, we're cool yeah?"
"Yeah, what's your name?"
"George."
"I'm Tony and that's Bill."
"Let's have some fun, yeah?"
"Yeah"
And the rest of the gig goes off without incident. It's rough, almost as bad as the old days. George and Co hold their own in the pit with the faces, giving as good as they get. Yeah, he caught me with a couple of stray shots, but he did the right thing and apologised. We pick up the fallen and smile at the girls on the outskirts. This is how it should be; a big outpouring of adrenalin, testosterone and bravado but without the need for any stupidness. This is why I love this band.
Aideen comes into the pit with a few bottles of water as the band churn out a couple of slow tracks, giving us time to recover. I pass one to George and we chat about a mutual friend in Dublin. “I wouldn't have cracked you if I knew you were a mate of Martin's!" he joked. As “125mph� starts up we know rest time is over and it's down to business again.
After the gig we stand around comparing war wounds and stories. The bouncers try to kick us out, but we have after-show passes, and get a couple for George and his crew. Tommy moans about having to find our t-shirts from behind the merch stall as usual so Silke passes him a Becks. He shuts up and counts the stock. Not a bad night by the looks of it; rolls of cash held in his hand as he does the load out. We all watch out for him, remembering our swag friend Darryl who was shot and mugged in South Africa. Not that we could do much, but it is on the front of everyone's minds, although it remains unspoken.
As the last of the crowd peel away the band come out and chat with some of the faces. I pass Micheal a bottle of Baileys which Dawn and I bought him as a thank you for our guest list places. Baileys, very rock and roll Micheal, very rock and roll. Mark from the Levellers appears, with Brighton being his hometown gig. He invites us to a friends bar for a lock in. Tommy Tee stipulates a 2am road time. We all laugh, knowing it's never gonna happen.
"You gonna come George?" I ask.
"Is that cool?"
"Yeah, sure, follow us."
"Are you the lad who bust Bill’s lip?" asks Dean, the keyboard player.
"Errrr."
"He only weighs as much as your leg Bill, you're turning into a girl in your old age," he laughs at Bill.
"Fuck off!" says Bill, all 19 stones of him. "Don't take the piss, I beat anorexia."
At the bar it is three o'clock before we leave. Warren pulls the tour bus us outside the front window and flashes his full beams at us inside, while Tommy Tee tries to round up the band. "I'm not leaving says Nelson. You're fired then!" says Tommy. "Get on the bus, there's beer on there."
Dawn has a similarly tough task trying to round up the boys for her car. Bless here for staying sober and driving us on the whole tour! I know there is a bottle of JD back on my boat and that it will not see the morning. Sure enough, come 7am its gone and we all find a space to crash. Dawn gets the bed cos she's driving; I end up in the galley with my head next to Bill, who snores.
George and his boys left for the airport as we said goodbye at the bar. We have a place to stay in Dublin anytime, and we don't have to worry about his elbows any more.
God I love this band.
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