5/10/2010 Tits Of Death @ the 12 Bar Club

Subject	Tits Of Death @ the 12 Bar Club
DateCreated	10/12/2010 3:09:00 PM
PostedDate	10/5/2010
	An interesting and varied Tuesday night at the 12 Bar Club.  I'm pleased to note that this venue has a noticeably improved selection of bottled ales in stock - rather a fine choice if I say so myself. However, the main reason for attendance tonight is the fabulously named Tits Of Death. How can you not be curious about a band with a name like that? The name alone is worth the £6 on the door!  There are other bands on as well of course, but one is a solo acoustic act who doesn't really grab my attention.  Rather more entertaining is a previous band who's name escapes me. Musically, they sound fairly dreadful - a cross between Joy Division and Keane.  Can you imagine anything more depressing?  The singer himself seems particularly depressed - as indeed I would be if I was in a band like that.  He really isn't having a good time. At all. And it gets worse. I can't really tell what he's singing about - just that he's having a really horrible time. His dire indie band sound awful. And then his guitar stops working. This might not be such a bad thing from our point of view, but it almost sends him over the edge. It looks quite a nice guitar too. But it won't work. He shows his mortal disappointment at his guitar by dropping it (but not too hard) onto the stage to make his point. Unfortunately, it then falls off the stage and lands heavily on the concrete floor. Our hapless hero doesn't take this well. At first I wonder if he's going to deliberately remove himself from the gene pool by hurling himself after it onto the unforgiving concrete floor. He spares himself, but stumbles over the microphone stand and tangles himself up with it. After a brief struggle against the offending heavy metal stand it too falls from the stage - and lands with a clang on his guitar! He really isn't having a good night. At all. He cant take any more of the stage, and possibly to avoid any further disasters decides to continue his woeful performance from the floor. What's the worst that can happen? He staggers around the room by now utterly distraught and leans against the fire doors. They open and he falls backwards into the alley at the back of the club still clutching the mic. Quick as a flash - someone runs over and quickly shuts the doors! By now we are pissing ourselves!  Our hero continues singing the song shut outside in the alley on his own. After a couple of minutes his mate who shut him out takes pity on him and gives the fire door a mighty kick to open it. The door flies open. The door would have flown open a bit easier if the crap crooner hadn't by then been sitting down in the alley with his back against the door - as a result he goes flying across the alley, and stumbles back in a few seconds later to a round of applause! Terrible to listen too, but all this was top entertainment! Oh yes, Tits Of Death. An unusual band in that they have no drummer. Also, instead of having a bass player and one or two guitarists, they have one guitarist and two bass players. However, if the bass players look like that who's complaining?!!  To be honest, they aren't that great to listen to and the guitarist sounds out of tune at times.  However, there is plenty to look at.  Yes, I'm shallow - but at least I admit it! It is an entertaining performance - and they have song titles like 'Iron Nipples' that are as outrageous as their band's name. The actual music is rock/glam/punk, but not as interesting as the band's image - click on the link to their MySpace page to have a listen for yourself.  So nothing to set the world on fire musically at the 12 Bar Club tonight, but quite an entertaining evening all the same - better to get out and do something while enjoying a few beers with friends than sitting at home being force-fed manufactured brain-rotting crap like the X-Fuctor. Go out - DO something. Yes - even on a Tuesday night. Get involved! You can stay at home and watch TV when you are retired and old and fit for nothing else. Hang on - I'm at home on a Tuesday night now while I write this. But at least I'm doing something more productive and keeping my brain active instead of vegging out watching TV. Maybe. And I have beer!