The Pogues are Cunts
My wife dragged me off to see the Pogues Christmas show at the O2, but only because she liked some tunes by confused pseudo tory anarchist Frank Turner who was supporting. The Pogues couldn't play, their timing was woeful, their songs were variously announced in half-hearted fashion, 'we love London, here's Dirty Old Town', which they then murdered.
The band looked like strangers, the only thing that kept them playing was the £50 each that the 80,000 strong audience had paid for the privilege.
The crowd were mostly middle-aged low-browed loon-eyed dribbling catholic fascists who wore Celtic shirts and tried to mosh with their overweight feet glued to the floor, while their cheap surgically enhanced wives hung on to their arms to ensure they could get a medic as soon as their partners hearts imploded. We stayed for Fairy Tale Of New York and wished we hadn't.
Thankfully, we saw Cat Power, The Yeah Yeah Yeah's and Drenge last weekend so we've just about recovered.

/re-lurks.
(Sir Magaski, Thu 25 Jul 2013, 18:40, 2 replies)

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we missed Cat Power, enjoyed Yeah yeah yeahs and got slightly battered by some teens at Drenge. I saw the Pogues years ago at Brixton and they sort of wheeled Shane out for every 3rd song rather than trying make him do a whole set actually didn't sound too bad on that occasion when he wasn't singing.
(cmouse is pondering about life in other jobs, Thu 25 Jul 2013, 22:19, closed)

I saw the Pogues at Madstock
along with the Blockheads and Madness(natch) in some park in 'that London'

They were fantastic Shane was pissed as a fart but didn't forget a single word (weirdly sporting some false teeth that really didn't suit him). The band were tight and energetic.

Bloody brilliant gig MY only regret was Gregory Isaacs was playing on another stage at some point and I missed him due to being too drunk/lazy to move
(sittingduck Attention seeking, bullshitting fuck-knuckle, Thu 25 Jul 2013, 22:31, closed)