wanky bands

Saw a few bands at the Highbury Garage last night. Most of them were forgettable shapes in T-Shirts singing about how floppy their fringe was. The only notable ensemble were called Manic Street Preachers. A bunch of Welsh boys all punked up. Punk and glam. Lots of eyeliner. Well, sort of a cross between punk and glam and Mrs Slocombe:



I liked their attitude. They were sneering at the other bands (Actually, maybe it's just because they've never seen non-Welsh people before) and they jumped about the stage like they were the best band ever. They have one really good song, about a motorbike.

The lead singer said they were the only "real" band there. Maybe so, but in some hilarious alternate reality of their worst nightmare they'll sell out and end up as a blue-jeaned stadium pop band. A Welsh Simple Minds, raking in the cash with anthems that fit well to DIY adverts. Music to buy a sofa to. That kind of thing.

Not likely, but amusing to imagine.