Thoughts of crime fill my head. Being an honest, upstanding citizen just isn't really doing it for me these days. I ask her if she would care to join me on an escapade filled with robbery, murder and mayhem. She - using that rather strange female logic - thinks that a life of crime would help keep her on the straight and narrow. No moral or ethical dilemmas for her then. Perhaps giving her a gun wouldn't be the best of plans…
Oh, the bands. Nearly forgot them…
Unite the Divide did a proficient set of punk rock flavoured songs that sounded older than you might expect from a band so young. They knew where they were coming from.
Fist Fights With Old Men. Fist Fights With Old Men? There's a clever name for a band. In a short set that highlighted attitude over ability, they thumped and crashed in an amiably aimless fashion. Rehearsal is not a dirty word, by the way.
Psychotropic System were rather more interesting. Interesting as in a puzzle, that is. The guitarist blasted out cliché heavy rock riffs with a big smile on his face and the female drummer did a sterling job of trying to hold things together while stopping the other three member so the band from wandering off and hurting themselves. A shambolic performance then but I think - and hope - they could do better.
Join me for the next thrilling instalment of the life and times of a reviewer on the lam.