So Abbath then.
We went along expecting a funny gig, and had been practising our crab-walking specially in advance. During Primordial’s (frankly uninspiring) set, he came onstage and gave the singer a hug. I thought he looked a bit unsteady on his feet, but still it made me chuckle as Primordial plainly hadn’t expected him to barge onstage.
They left, we spotted a place at the left of the barrier so got a couple of pints in and took our place with an unobstructed view of the silliness to come.
What a farce. Since recording his eponymous album two members of the band have quit, the lead guitarist and drummer. The replacement drummer was OK, but the new guitarist was clearly struggling to learn the content and spent the gig watching Abbath like a hawk looking for cues. They were not forthcoming, Abbath was utterly ratarsed.
He staggered around the stage, belly pushing out under his comical leather ‘armour’, occasionally slurring out nonsense between songs. His mic stand had been put at about the height that an 8-year old would be comfortable at, and rather than adjust it instead curled himself over the top of it.
His guitar was knackered – in desperate need of soldering internally, and every time he took a step there was an almighty crackle of static. In addition he was playing a take on a Flying V, but with a jack plug which plugs into the top inside edge of the V. A jack plug that kept catching on his silly leather trousers and coming out. Of course, he was that tittywankered he didn’t realise, and had to have the bass player keep pointing it out.
Between the guitar hilarity, posing for the cameras like a washed up Gene Simmons impersonator whenever he spotted one aimed at him, and the band not knowing the setlist, it was one of the funniest gigs I have ever been to, just for all the wrong reasons!
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