Bilbobarneybobs @ Northampton TreeHouse, 24/04/09Taking the pitifully tiny stage in this packed woodland venue, 'Freebs' as the many legions of fans call him stands astride a wall of Marshall stacks. Oh yes, make no mistake. There WILL be rock tonight.
Which is why it seems a little odd that he opens with 23 minute pastoral folk epic 'I Drowned My Love In Brine, From The Jars Of A Thousand Olives.' Any doubters in the audience are soon put right though, as face melting white hot noise envelops the senses.
A rapid concussion of 'Chakka Khan Doesn't Owe Me Shit' and latest single 'WHY DO YOU RUN FROM MY BRIE MONSUIER BENSUSAN?' leaves splintered fragments of oak branch firmly embedded in this reviewers aorta, and near-fatal haemorrage has never felt so good. There are few performers out there with such panache as Freebs, and none with as much conviction to mankini stage-wear.
There have been whispers that this show could signal an end to Bilbobarneybobs as we know him, in a Ziggy Stardust like rebirth, however nothing can prepare us for the finale, as one time collaborator Prof UnderCover quite literally beams up the audience, and deposits us all somewhere in Lincolnshire. Unexpeted? Perhaps. Inventive? Unarguably. Memorable? Perfectly.
4.5/5
(Which is why it seems a little odd that he opens with 23 minute pastoral folk epic 'I Drowned My Love In Brine, From The Jars Of A Thousand Olives.' Any doubters in the audience are soon put right though, as face melting white hot noise envelops the senses.
A rapid concussion of 'Chakka Khan Doesn't Owe Me Shit' and latest single 'WHY DO YOU RUN FROM MY BRIE MONSUIER BENSUSAN?' leaves splintered fragments of oak branch firmly embedded in this reviewers aorta, and near-fatal haemorrage has never felt so good. There are few performers out there with such panache as Freebs, and none with as much conviction to mankini stage-wear.
There have been whispers that this show could signal an end to Bilbobarneybobs as we know him, in a Ziggy Stardust like rebirth, however nothing can prepare us for the finale, as one time collaborator Prof UnderCover quite literally beams up the audience, and deposits us all somewhere in Lincolnshire. Unexpeted? Perhaps. Inventive? Unarguably. Memorable? Perfectly.
4.5/5
Sonic James Doom forgetting the date since... umm...,
Mon 27 Apr 2009, 14:48,
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thank youthat was stunning
( bilbobarneybobs I'll be 14 in b3ta years soon.,
Mon 27 Apr 2009, 14:52,
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I've been writing a lot more :)Glad you like it squire.
I may start doing these again, at random...
(I may start doing these again, at random...
Sonic James Doom forgetting the date since... umm...,
Mon 27 Apr 2009, 14:53,
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Feels like I was there.*clutches aorta*
And it's clearly treehouse day today, on b3ta at least: \o/
Or rather:
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(And it's clearly treehouse day today, on b3ta at least: \o/
Or rather:
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\\o//
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Bee Nice |-|,
Mon 27 Apr 2009, 16:39,
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