I find it increasingly difficult to find things to say in these reviews. But until I become aware of a better night out, I'll keep turning up at these shows. I still don't have an explanation for it, but you just know when something keeps hitting the mark.
The Major fish shop on the main street in Bilston deserves a mention. A top feast. I stood in the queue behind the Midlands mosh posse when we were all ready to load up on our carbs. A good time had by all at the gig. Well met, fellows.
Nice to see, yet again, some songs dragged out of the back of the drawer. And I'm sure I picked up a couple of lines from Ordinary To Enschede as well, somewhere along the way. No Kendo Nagasaki. No Dukla Prague. No cover version. Ah well.
There was a fine support from a man with a guitar who called himself, I think, The Humdrum Express. And I noticed this place has an interesting mix of turns coming up. The Anti Nowhere League, Andy Abraham and Jan Akkerman would make for an unusual evening if you could get them on the same bill.
Here's how HMHB went.
Took Problem Chimp To Ideal Home Show
We Built This Village
Petty Sessions
Dead Men Don't Need Season Tickets
Eno Collaberation
Totnes Bickering Fair
Bob Wilson Anchorman
National Shite Day
Irk The Purists
Blue Badge Abuser
Restless Legs
Dickie Davies Eyes
When The Evening Sun Goes Down
Bad Losers On Yahoo Chess
The Trumpton Riots
For What Is Chatteris?
Monmore Hare's Running
The Light At The End Of The Tunnel
Twenty-Four Hour Garage People
Running Order Squabble Fest
Them's The Vagaries
Vatican Broadside
Joy Division Oven Gloves
And the three in the encore were
Evening Of Swing
A Country Practice
Time Flies By When You're The Driver Of A Train