Cube Blog

Well Max Blackout salutes Red Stripe

But The Cube Orchestra salutes yew Ashton Court, Not ‘Arf
Barry toasts you Bel and Ale send you love because you guys were great. Most Love of all to Blackout Arts for giving us the opportunity to play, we love you guys the mostest.
So it was a beautiful day, even the traffic wasn’t too bad getting there. Various band members
made there way to the tent for our pre match interviews and psych up sessions which I can only describe as being similar to that bit in Star Wars with that kind of Squid thing, anyhow here’s a spurious link.
Hunting Lodge played before and boy can those young fellas make some noise. Great stuff, kinda like The Jesus Lizard but with a whole new edge (ie a semi naked drummer). The Punters came streaming in when they heard we were about to play

We played to several visual delights, first Liam’s Burlesque film A Grindhouse Romance which was great and i felt ever so proud when I told everyone Liam had made it (with help from his talented friends I add) and the crowd whooped louder, aw shucks I was made up for the young fella. Then there was some confusion as to if we were going to play along to Kyra’s dancing films (see last blog) or Mr. Hopkinson’s Cutting Up My Friends. Thankfully we managed both but not before Max Blackout gave me and everyone one around us a huge scare

We finished by really giving it some Chutzpah to Kyra’s last dance clip (the Faithless video that I’ve blogged about before), really great fun and an excellent audience who really made the gig what it was because they were enthusiastic and appreciative. Right on.
Thanks to for organising it.
Afterwards we really really buzzing, it’d had been a fantastic day.
It’s been a few years since I last played Ashton Court and it was nice to get that buzz back for the festival again. Hopefully if it can sort out some of the hijacking and pricing issues that have changed it into not effectively being a community festival.

Anyways, feel my love Richie Paradise

well its the end of an era, last night saw the thekla close its doors for possibly the very last time.

my first visit to the thekla (prob late 1980’s) or as it was called then, the wonderfully titled ‘the old profanity showboat’! was to see a band called ‘jonah and the wail’ and being confronted on the door by the huge n scary presence of the then manager of the place – a man who looked like he could’ve just stepped off a 18th century pirate ship. there was certainly no messing with him. i have been there many times since and had some fine ole times. too many to mention here.

well Espionage saw it out in some style last night! playing old faves, mod classics, obscure northern soul and much much more and any club that can mix iron maiden followed by kraftwork.. well nuf said!

but my enduring memory of the whole evening, as i stumbled out of there at 4am, was the sight of espionage’s fat paul on the dance floor! fair play to him and all the espionage crew for making the theklas last ride a good one!