Second onstage are Aquavista; conspicuous by their red trouser/shirt uniform and over styled facial hair. I try to keep an open mind but after about three minutes of their cowboy-meets-punk-kid flavoured set, they become so unbearably irritating and lacking in variation or excitement, that I decide to go and take up residence in the bar…
A few drinks later, DiS favourites Miss Black America eventually clamber onstage; all rather intoxicated due to it being a certain drummer’s nineteenth birthday. Within seconds the reputably furious Seymour was up to his usual onstage tricks, intimidating the audience with his infamous rage-ingrained, dramatic performance, backed up by the sound of three relatively sane stage-mates. Fantastically terrifying as ever – need I say more?
Finally, the room packs out for tonight’s’ headliners, Terrashima. Having met their some-what Brian Molko-esque guitarist, I’m inevitably expecting a rather Brian Molk-esque performance, but as they take to the Vic Inn’s miniature platform excuse for a stage, it seems that I couldn’t have be much further from the truth. Terrashima captivate their audience and take them on a whirlwind trip into the past. When I define this band as ‘punk’, I’m not talking Sum 41. With influences and similarities deriving from legends such as The Stooges and The Sex Pistols blended perfectly with other music to create their own rockier sound, Terrashima are not really to my personal taste, but there’s certainly no hiding from their talent, stage presence and image. Yet another in a string of remarkable new Nottingham grown bands.
It was a great night, with some notable bands and an overload of talent. But, getting on for twelve o’clock, it has now got the stage where everyone’s exceedingly drunk and making fools of themselves - and with that, it’s time for me to leave!
I took some photographs of Miss Black America at this gig, which can now be found on my own personal website - here.
