It’s the end of civilisation as we know it or maybe it is just that feeling you get when you realise that you are about to live through yet another Sunday. Consider therefore what the Supreme Being might have gifted you to ensure your safe passage through the cultural mayonnaise that is the Sabbath. Nothing less than the devil’s own music, of course, and duly good old fashioned rock will save your soul.
Never likely to be subtle but equally unlikely to be uninspiring, Deluded Buddha did the decent thing and turned up the volume for a set of mainstream rock songs that transformed the basement stage of Pivo Pivo into the frontage of a stadium with all the strutting and riffing that such size would demand.
Deadbeat Ragdolls used mascara and an affection for rock American style to project their love for the days of glam rock even if their clean living musical competence suggested that Weezer was more likely to be the poster on their bedroom wall than the New York Dolls. It’s all a matter of interpretation, of course, but, when all is said and done, their synchronicity stood them in good stead.
Sinister Flynn, as if to highlight the benefits of musical maturity, abandoned finesse in favour of a saxophone driven spell to get your feet moving to the beat whilst cunningly infusing every song with the most casual interpretation of anarchy that you are likely to find. This was good time music that seemed a gloriously inappropriate accompaniment to your study of the scriptures.
D3vilmaycry – a fine name for a band on a church going day like today – were undoubtedly made of metal and, with the extended use of musical dexterity, they brought life to all the clichés expected of a normally unadventurous genre and, in the best showbusiness tradition, were gone in the blink of an eye thus leaving the audience praying for more.
Guinness is good for you - the Bible told me so - and as I therefore bid goodnight to Sunday, it became the time to welcome in another week of underachievement with fried food. It would have been nice to round things off with soul – or, with a slip of the pen, sole - but the chip shop only had haddock.