Well, well, well. Here we are again, Friday night at the Met lounge in Peterborough, Jäger in hand, joined by friends, waiting for the homecoming heroes, We Are Fiction, to appear. The support for this royal occasion included; fellow Peterborian's "The Crooked Canes", Self described "South UK" quintet "Death of an Artist" and Essex boys "GIANTS". We're in for some show!
First on - The Crooked Canes. - ***
Pretty good, they where clearly nervous but despite hardly uttering a word outside their songs, played a good solid show and i think, and kinda hope, won some fans.
Second on - Death of an Artist - ***
Really good band. Much like "The Crooked Canes" they didn't speak a lot, also opting for the safer route of "get in, show them what you've got, get the fuck out". This worked well for them and no doubt will be back sooner rather than later.
Third on - GIANTS - ****
This was when the 'real show' began. People got up, got to the front and went for it! These guys where awesome and showed everyone why a good number of people where wearing their t's. Giants the band heavily influenced by their love for skating clearly reflected in their music and more obviously the cover of the EP that i ended up buying with £2 and two Mc Donald's McMuffin tokens.
Fourth and final act on - We Are Fiction - *****
What can i say? Just amazing AGAIN. The only thing stopping me from phoning Sony BMG up right now is the fear that i may never see the band at the Met Lounge ever again and they will be given Bring Me The Horizon or Whitney Houston songs to cover (also the slight problem that i don't have Sony BMG's phone number). Bitch was once again played amazing, Sail On sounded FUCKING GREAT and collectively my friends got a New era hat from one of the band members, two t-shirts, a moan from a girl who got her face crudely stood on and Ben got a high five from Phil after the show for taking his shirt off and displaying his man-tits for everyone to see.
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