This date is a little mysterious
to me, because Fodderstompf had it as February 23, while I had a note
of it as being “2/25/90” -- that'd be a Sunday, which makes
more sense to me... with 90 percent of the shops closed, I'd suspect my
itchy feet would have directed me to somebody's gig!
The atmosphere proved a little less personal, and more highly charged
than the other gigs. I mean, nightclubs are the same all over: you wait...
and drink... and wait... and drink, because it takes half a lifetime between
equipment changeovers.
The support band, whose name I can't recall, managed to win back a little
of the crowd's goodwill with a brisk set of chirpy, snappy pop tunes –
only to see it evaporate, after another long wait for Wobble and company,
whom most were clearly here to see.
Just before Wobble took the stage, someone threw a beer bottle, which
splintered against the stage – to approving cries of, “Get on
with it!”, and, “Stop takin' the piss!” Needless to say,
this made me a little nervous ... I've seen the plugs pulled for less
overtly aggressive behaviour!
Once again, the set focused on WITHOUT JUDGEMENT, with a new wrinkle –
in the shape of a dancer, who proved far more than functional...as her
wordless, deep-throated wails proved, halfway during the roughly 60-minute
set ... which ebbed and flowed, like the proverbial tides. It wasn't hard
to imagine the teenaged Wobble, his ear glued to a transistor radio, soaking
up similar moments from the BBC World Service. |