It’s the usual state of affairs. A random sweeping of the usual online ticket sites, reveals a no advance warning, in two weeks time, announcement of the above’s gig at 100 Club, in London. A pricey cost price of £17 ramped up by Ticketmaster’s or Seetickets usual bullsh* £3+ booking fee, and the obligatory £4.95 special delivery, made this a very interesting possibility that required at least a momentary consideration. Firstly, a quick knowledge suck of The 100 Club, reveals about a 350 capacity – nice and “initimate” venue – the kind I enjoy despite the inevitability of being sucked up in the crowd moshing (which I can stand, providing my glasses stay on my face, and is always preferable to the moronic elbow throwing).
So I ummed and erred, weighing up the pros and cons of paying £20+ for a ticket, in addition to the £25+ for the train. But on this occasion the pros won out. Not only was I going through a dry spell gig-wise, the last being Alice In Chains on 4th July, with nothing coming my way till mid-September, but I had been hopelessly scouring the net for ages for any gig in the immediate future even contemplating the pointless waste of money that would’ve been The Bled or Nick and his Mondo Generator. So this was kinda heaven-sent, and whilst I desperately hoped that I could buy a ticket direct off The Club’s website, and save some booking fee, there wasn’t a link in sight. Yet good fortune favours the lucky (a paradoxical state of affairs) and a quick try on Ticketweb got me a ticket with a normal postage cost. 3 hrs later, the tickets were all sold out, and a ticket that cost me £20.69 tasted that much sweeter when the con-men clowns of e-bay start whacking on dozens and dozens of tickets at anything from £40 - £100 a pop. I personally think they’ve severely overestimated the market on this one, and there’ll be lots of tickets left, which actually makes me think I’ll enjoy the experience more – less than capacity, with the best value for money. Throw in an Over 18yr Only rule – f*k yeah – screw you shit little teeny bopper parent haters, and the obvious playing of new material, and suddenly I’m well up for this one.
As usual it means re-familiarising myself with the material – 3 albums worth – just in case they decide to play the classics – catchy, punchy anthemic four minute tunes about the usual angst – drink, drugs, self-harm, girls, dead pets, robots, so that’s my car’s CD player sorted till then. Come the day, it will be the usual scramble onto a train straight from work, and a stroll up Oxford Street.
Well, come the day of the gig, and I wasn't in particular good spirits, what with my face melting, and there was a f*cking train strike – so whilst I could’ve worked my way into London via Victoria, there was no hope in hell of me getting back that evening, on the limited services provided. So I called it quits and lost £17 + quid. Gutted I was, but it wasn’t worth the hassle.
So I ummed and erred, weighing up the pros and cons of paying £20+ for a ticket, in addition to the £25+ for the train. But on this occasion the pros won out. Not only was I going through a dry spell gig-wise, the last being Alice In Chains on 4th July, with nothing coming my way till mid-September, but I had been hopelessly scouring the net for ages for any gig in the immediate future even contemplating the pointless waste of money that would’ve been The Bled or Nick and his Mondo Generator. So this was kinda heaven-sent, and whilst I desperately hoped that I could buy a ticket direct off The Club’s website, and save some booking fee, there wasn’t a link in sight. Yet good fortune favours the lucky (a paradoxical state of affairs) and a quick try on Ticketweb got me a ticket with a normal postage cost. 3 hrs later, the tickets were all sold out, and a ticket that cost me £20.69 tasted that much sweeter when the con-men clowns of e-bay start whacking on dozens and dozens of tickets at anything from £40 - £100 a pop. I personally think they’ve severely overestimated the market on this one, and there’ll be lots of tickets left, which actually makes me think I’ll enjoy the experience more – less than capacity, with the best value for money. Throw in an Over 18yr Only rule – f*k yeah – screw you shit little teeny bopper parent haters, and the obvious playing of new material, and suddenly I’m well up for this one.
As usual it means re-familiarising myself with the material – 3 albums worth – just in case they decide to play the classics – catchy, punchy anthemic four minute tunes about the usual angst – drink, drugs, self-harm, girls, dead pets, robots, so that’s my car’s CD player sorted till then. Come the day, it will be the usual scramble onto a train straight from work, and a stroll up Oxford Street.
Well, come the day of the gig, and I wasn't in particular good spirits, what with my face melting, and there was a f*cking train strike – so whilst I could’ve worked my way into London via Victoria, there was no hope in hell of me getting back that evening, on the limited services provided. So I called it quits and lost £17 + quid. Gutted I was, but it wasn’t worth the hassle.
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