bang bang machine
Cast your mind back to the early nineties. I was seriously interested in romancing the future mrs mersault* and we regularly went to gigs together. Often chaperoned by a mutual friend, this time we were on our own, and I was persuaded to watch her 'favourite band', the one and (thankfully) only Bang Bang Machine.

After watching 60 minutes of the most derivative, mind liquidising, tedious indie rock where the female lead singer performed in a wedding dress, we availed ourselves to the bar.

All too soon I was asked what I thought of the band. At first I started hearing myself say something like 'they were alright, some ok tunes in there and the lead singer in the wedding dress was-'. Then I could continue no further. I caved in and admitted that I 'hated it, never been so bored in my life. They were even worse than Flowered Up.'

The object of my desire stormed off out of the venue and in to the night, before realising that she didnt like walking home in the dark and returned. Not much was said on the way home. Got a chew when we got back to her place though, so I guess it was worth it.


*There was a slight problem of a cock of a boyfriend back home.
(mersault, Tue 4 Jan 2011, 12:47, 2 replies)

was the chew
a Mojo, or a Black Jack?
(Bonzodog29 is an unemployed sponge of the worst kind, Tue 4 Jan 2011, 13:43, closed)

I saw them in Swindon
Probably the same tour. We gatecrashed their dressing room and stood in awe at their indie stardom. Never heard of them since.
( Mr Spleen Can do better. C-, Tue 4 Jan 2011, 18:03, closed)