May 21, 2009

Glastonbudget – Cancelled as they are conmen

Last year we won a battle of the bands competition and the prize was to play the Glastonbudget festival, billed as Europes biggest tribute act festival. It was an absolute shambles and a discrace. We were told we could play around 6pm and also 12pm. We hung around from 2 and were told around 5.50 that we were only playing at 12pm. Great. The acoustic tent emptied by the hour so the thought of playing to no-one was pretty annoying. However, at 11 when the main stage closed, every person from there crammed into the tent with 500+ inside, just at the point they decided to take the PA away, as someone the previous night complained it was too loud. Yes, at a music festival. We were furious and I in no uncertain terms told them where to go. This year we were asked to play it again, and stupidly agreed on one condition, we could headline.
We were assured we could headline the Saturday night, which is this weekend. A couple of days ago we were then told we we not actually headlining but playing between 8 and 9 right at the time when the tent is emptiest. I was pissed off, but agreed as we had decided to make a weekend of it anyway. Yesterday we received a call to say someone else had been promised that slot and the only other slot was 3-4pm. With absolute certainty and without question we pulled out, telling them again, how unprofessional, shambolic and disrespectful they had treated us, seeing as we were the second acoustic act confirmed for the festival, over 3 months ago.
We received another call minutes later saying they had moved the Saturday headline act (1am-2am) to Sunday and if we could play that slot as it was free now. We told them to screw it.
The fact that we were told we could headline then couldn’t a few days before the festival should have thrown up a red light. One thing I can say about the festival is that, out of all gigs from tiny little toilet sized venues to huge outdoor festivals, this is the worst experience we have ever had, and we had it twice.


I’m glad I got that off my chest


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May 20, 2009

The Doghouse, 19/05/09 Loughboro – Review

There is only one word to discribe last nights gig – pointless.
There are some nights that you just know you’d wished you’d stayed in and watched the Apprentice and last night was a perfect example. Leaving Nuneaton around 7.30, we headed out to Loughboro (a few hours before we thought it was in Birmingham, thank God for the Internet). The ride over was pretty non-eventful apart from the discussion of the ‘New Tank’. The possibility of a new haircut and clothes gave the drive an added sparkle. Neither of us had ever been to Loughboro before and when we got there it looked fairly swanky, until the sat-nav (thank God for those too) told us to take a few turns left a few right and ended us up surrounded by council houses, run down factories, and girls with big fringes and even bigger earings. The actual venue is above a pub called The Greyhound and when we finally got in, it looked the part. Big stage, candles on tables etc. The crowd was sparse, 11, including us. As the promoter took to the stage at 8.30, we realised it was a pretty folky/bluesy place, maybe a bit too much for us.
As we were announced, the sudden absence of sound seemed to engulf us. Silence filled the room (lyric?). It took us a full 5 minutes to set up and tune, not usually a problem, but the 9 other pair of eyes were fixed on us for the whole time, with no other distraction apart from the flicker of the candles. Finally we plugged in, well actually we didn’t, we were miked up. Bit strange for us really as it was impossible for Jonathan to hear me. Whatever all the uncomfortable stares and silences, we kicked off. We played This Creation, Blazing Uttoxeter, Come Together, Messages, Aftermath, Seperate Divide and Dazed. After each song the ‘audience’ politely accepted us. Dazed ended and we rushed off stage with somewhat relief. The guy on after us was well versed in the blues, and it seemed that maybe, just maybe if we had played a 12 bar blues jam for half an hour we would have gone down better.

We can’t win them all though so we put it down to experience. On the plus side, it was a lovely place.


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