I hate committing myself on here to gigs as they inevitability fall through like the Dawn Ray’d show did on Monday! It was my first day back at work after a week off and a distinct lack of quality sleep on Sunday night, combined with a 3:45am alarm call on Monday meant I was fast asleep at home when I should’ve been otherwise engaged.
Friday, fingers crossed, I should be seeing local leg-ends Discharge tear a massive hole in the Rebellion Club in Manchester. This post could as easily have been written a month ago as one of the first bands I’m seeing in 2018 ended up being the last band I saw in 2017.
It could be the first gig of a Manchester double (or even quadruple) header over the weekend. It’s payday tomorrow so if I commit to buying tickets for Friday and Saturday then there is a higher probability of me making the journeys to the rainy state of Mancunia.
Whenever my next exposure to Discharge’s ferocious noise blasts occurs it will put the number of shows I’ve seen by the band into double figures. It’s nothing to be overly proud of though as it should have happened much sooner. From the nine aural assaults I’ve endured so far, four have been in the Potteries, one each in London, Manchester and the ever so exotic Crewe and the final two in Holland and France. Unfortunately though none of those were first (or even second) time around and have all been since their 2006 reincarnation with the now departed Varukers screamer Rat on “vocals”.
Since their signing to Nuclear Blast Records a few years back and the release of End of Days with JJ replacing Rat, the bands shows seemed much more frequent and a bit more high profile. Their hometown show a month ago could be considered a warm up for the prestigious slot they played just before New Year.
They opened up the show at the Los Angeles Forum for the Glen Danzig fronted Misfits, touted as the original Misfits even though they have Dave Lombardo of Slayer fame occupying the drum stool. It seems quite bizarre that a band who played in front of a 150 or so people for a tenner a short bus ride from their parental homes two days before Christmas then played a sold out venue 5,300 miles away that holds 17,500 people with tickets costing ten times more just over a week later.
Most of today and tomorrow will be spent blasting out some of the finest and most aggressive music to come from the mean streets of Stoke on Trent by an unlikely band that had a huge hand in moulding the extreme metal scene as it is now, more than four decades after their tentative steps. It was most definitely angry music for an angry and frustrated generation and all these years on it still remains the same. Stoke tends to do that to people!