Two Questions To Terminus Part One

I’m going to be spending four nights in a row with Terminus later this month when they tour with Stone Trigger and Sykko Dollz so it seemed wise to get to know them a bit better with some insightful and deep* interview questions.

Question one, what was the first gig they ever went to?

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Question two, if a dog ran off with an item of their clothing, would they rather it was their pants or their socks? I asked the dog in this picture if he was considering running off with an item of clothing and he replied “Oh yes!”

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Liam preferred to remain fully panted. I’ve made a note of that to see if it changes while on tour.

Dean said that Guy, his PatterJack terrier always steals and hides socks from his family, so stolen pants would make a nice change…

Noel said socks would be his sacrifice to the criminal canine. He claimed “I can’t handle the dangle of no pants”.

John said “Where did this dog come from? Did you leave the door open again?”

Phew! I think that’s enough probing queries to get me a reputation as the next Michael Parkinson. Coming up later this week will be the answers to how Terminus thinks the world will end and what’s their favourite pudding.

 

 

*Actual depth about that of a short gerbil’s paddling pool. I was inspired by the rigorous journalism of the Mandy Annual 2000, an example of which is below:

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**Foot commando, the new name for sock less.

Chris Holmes Mean Man, Fat Lils, Witney, Wednesday 28th June 2017

I got to hear “Animal (F*ck Like A Beast)” live last night and a little bit of my musical jigsaw of wishes* fell into place.

However, Chris Holmes is a hell of a lot more than old WASP classics. He’s an uncompromising musical breath of fresh air. When you have “Go F*ck Yourself” written up the side of your trousers** you’ve made some career and lifestyle choices and you’re sticking to them hard. Holmes pointed out there was no use of samples tonight, it was all live.

We got a great set of Mean Man songs with WASP classics interspersed. With the Mean Man stuff we got a description of what each song was about. I wondered if there was an EU swearword mountain that Holmes is trying to deplete? If so he did a great job. Were this to be packaged as a VHS in 1980s USA it would groan under the weight of parental advisory stickers. I got a sense of frustrations spent through song writing and putting the world to rights.

Holmes was generous about sharing the stage and a highlight for me was when he got Dean Thirkettle, singer of local covers legends*** Terminus up to sing “I Wanna Be Somebody”. I felt like everybody in the place was somebody tonight. The audience was comprised of seasoned gig goers who don’t let work in the morning stop them getting a musical buzz.

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I went to bed happy, wearing my (signed! By your actual Chris Holmes!) T-shirt that proclaims “Chris Holmes I’m A Mean Motherf**king Man”.

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Finally, you can watch this recent interview with Chris Holmes in a swimming pool if like me you watched him on Decline Of The Western Civilisation Part II The Metal Years as an impressionable teenager and want to see a more mature re-creation.

 

 

*What’s a musical jigsaw of wishes, you might be asking? You probably have one too, it’s all the music you love and want to experience live and you have to fill in the gaps you haven’t done yet. Some of it has needed doing since you were a teenager and you weren’t old enough for gigs or were broke when someone awesome came to town, or tickets sold out. Some of it is stuff you’ve seen once and was so epic you need to see it again. The particular puzzle piece of “Animal (F*ck Like A Beast) has been niggling at me since I saw WASP at Wacken in 2010 and they didn’t play it. I like that it was on a Wednesday, or hump day, when I finally got to hear it. While writing this I attempted the abbreviation “Animal (F.L.A.B)” but didn’t like it.

 

**Wonder what shop these came from and if the tailor said “Suits You, Sir” when Holmes came out of the dressing room wearing them? They’re definitely not George at Asda.

 

***Full disclosure, I’m married to the lead guitarist and may not be the most impartial judge. But you can judge for yourself if you come and see them on tour with Stone Trigger and Sykko Dollz in July.

 

 

Feeding Things To Snaggletooth Part 50

This week I reached the milestone of the 200th thing fed to Snaggletooth! It was a rich tea biscuit. Also this week he’s had a Yorkie, a cup cake with heart sprinkles and some root beer flavoured rock.

He’s also been fed a peppermint candy cane by Daisy D’Heria over on Twitter because it’s half way to Lemmy’s birthday (Christmas Eve).

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Lunchtime For The Wild Youth – Issue 3 The gigs part two

ZineI came across this zine via the Facebook group Oxfordshire Music Scene and decided to give it a read. It’s the gig memories of a chap called Russell Barker and has wonderful pictures drawn by his daughter Robyn. It also has images of concert tickets. It’s a truly charming read and reminded me of the time I saw Carter at The Old Gaol in Abingdon. Barker mainly attended gigs in Kidderminster and Birmingham so if you’re from these areas it may have an added interest. Although Barker’s taste differs from mine (he’s more indie, I’m all about the metal) the commonality of gig going and gig loving makes this entertaining and it provides a catalyst for the gig memories of any music lover.

10 Ways To Make Running Through A Field Of Wheat Naughtier

Inspired by Theresa May claiming that the naughtiest thing she’d done as a child was running through a field of wheat, I’ve come up with a list of ways to make this activity naughtier.

  1. Leave the gate open so the wheat escapes and The Wurzels get in*.
  2. Do it topless. Britain loves a streaker.
  3. Do it with a big box of Shredded Wheat, throwing them into the air and shouting “You’re home now, my beige crunchy beauties!” Beware of Ian Botham following you.Beefy
  4. Do it with a big box of Weetabix, throwing them into the air and shouting “Home sweet home for you Dunk, Bixie, Brains, Crunch and Brian”.1980s-Weetabix-Neet-Weet-Gang-A3-poster
  5.  Pause in the middle and play spin the bottle. If any of your colleagues say “It’s not fair boys kissing boys”** then quiz them on their gay marriage views.
  6.  Make a giant rude shape by flattening wheat and taking inspiration from the middle portion of the Cerne Abbas Giant.
  7. Take a big pile of library books about agriculture and rip out the last page so no one knows when to harvest things.
  8. Take a packed lunch but don’t eat the fruit.
  9. Pause in the middle to start a pub called The Wheatsheaf. Sell snakebite and black to underage field mice.
  10. Take a portable music player and play Anthrax’s “State Of Euphoria” album until the crows beg you for a change.

Surely it’s only a matter of time before I get a new job as a spin doctor? 😉

 

 

*What do you mean I know nothing of the ways of the country? I saw some of it through a car window once, making me eminently qualified to write this.

**I’m looking at you Tim Farron.

 

Feeding Things To Snaggletooth Part 48

Snaggletooth has been eating an unusual diet this week; peanut butter and jam bagel, a cream horn, Mary Jane peanut butter and molasses flavour chews and carnations.

It’s not just me who has been feeding Snaggletooth, over on Twitter Daisy D’Heria has been joining in and treating him to zebra cake and strawberry.

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Happy International Day Of Slayer

Yeah, you read that right, it’s International Day Of Slayer! I’ve just counted and I make 57 mentions of Slayer in Cleo Howard’s Diaries and 44 in the Eviscerated Panda Saga. They’ve been in my ears for years and as a teenager I sulked around garden centres with my family while wearing a Slayer T-shirt, wanting to be left to listen to Slayer on my Walkman (for younger readers a Walkman is an olden days MP3 player that you put cassette tapes in). “Cheer up faceache, I’ll buy you some fudge” my nan would say and I’d muster a small number of words affirming that I suppose I could probably eat some fudge. I bet Tom Araya isn’t eating fudge I’d be thinking. I bet he’s doing something cool and no one has asked his opinion on which is the healthiest looking clematis.

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Anyway, here are the January 1997 entries from Cleo Howard’s Diary that mention Slayer:

Saturday 4th January 1997

Tonight at the Green Man (Reading’s best pub, Dear Diary) there was me, Ian, Jenni, Bob and Simon The Raspberry. I love going to the pub. We sat in a corner by a fireplace. There was great stuff played on the jukebox: Megadeth’s “In My Darkest Hour”, Ozzy Osbourne’s “Bark at the Moon”, Slayer’s “Angel of Death” and Entombed’s “Demon”.

Sunday 12th January 1997

I lay in bed all morning reading The Hitch-Hikers Guide To The Galaxy and listening to Slayer’s Reign in Blood album. Then I got up for dinner (cheese crispy pancakes, peas and mash, followed by yummy Viennetta). Then I lay in bed all afternoon until Mum made me go up the shop for her to get loo roll because we’ve run out. She made me brush my hair as well as getting dressed! For Lemmy’s sake, it’s a Sunday, and no-one cares if you buy loo roll with untidy hair. Also, she works in a supermarket, so why do we keep running out of basic stuff?

 Monday 20th January 1997

It was so hard to get out of bed today. I wanted to stay in my cosy sleep fog. If it wasn’t for Mum shouting up the stairs and for Slayer’s “South of Heaven” I’d never have got upright.

Some twats at school today were going on about how great ecstasy is and how Brian Harvey shouldn’t have got kicked out of East 17 for taking it. Frankly I don’t care how East 17 end, just so long as they do.

Meanwhile, I’ve got bigger stuff to think about, should I dye my hair blonde? The Great Kat looks amazing. Ian said she gives him a stiffy of epic proportions. He thinks she would give the best hand jobs in the world because of her guitar virtuosity. I said maybe she’ll tug him off and record his grunting noises and squeals of pleasure as a track on her next album.

Lex and Mopey Dick spoke to me and Jenni today. They are in the sixth form and are Goths. Jenni fancies Lex even more than she fancies Dazza. Mopey needed to borrow some eyeliner. He said he felt naked without it. He talks really slowly, like just being alive is an effort. He sounds a bit like a record played at the wrong speed. His proper name is Richard Rippingdale and he tried to get everyone to call him “Ripper”, which is a very good Goth name, but instead every calls him Mopey Dick, which suits him well.

We did long division in Maths today. I did really, really long division because it seems to take me longer than everyone else.

 

Last Of The Classic Trio Of Compo, Clegg and Foggy

I was sad to read of the death of Peter Sallis today. He was the last living actor of the classic Last Of The Summer Wine trio of Compo, Clegg and Foggy. You wouldn’t necessarily expect books about heavy metal to mention Last Of The Summer Wine but it gets three mentions in the Eviscerated Panda saga. It was so well written and with with such warm characters, portrayed by great actors.

Here are the mentions of Last Of The Summer Wine:

Cleo asked Jez’s parents questions about their lives and was genuinely interested. It soon became a cosy afternoon.

‘Are you still in that band, what’s it called, Underworked Engine?’ Ken asked.

‘Over-revved Engine. Yes, still going strong’ Jez replied.

‘Do you go and watch them?’ Grace asked Cleo.

‘Always. That’s where we met. They’re really good’ said Cleo.

They watched ‘Last Of The Summer Wine’. Cleo didn’t like the Howard and Marina story line. Marina reminded her of Suzy. She wondered if the character was named Marina because she saw a lot of seamen. She kept this thought to herself. She did enjoy how Compo, Clegg and Foggy still all hung out together having adventures. Foggy reminded her of Phil, he was so bossy and keen to impress his experience on the others.

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‘Have you never wanted children Suzy?’ Asked Meredith.

‘No way. I don’t want to end up covered in mashed banana with a foo-foo like an Argos stockroom’. Suzy replied.

A massive foo-foo would go with her massive gob thought Meredith. Angie felt self-conscious and hoped no one would ask anything about her foo-foo. Her precious daughter was worth the resulting bodily changes, which weren’t that bad and which could be fixed if necessary. Suzy was a very vain woman thought Paul.

‘Rose is a beautiful name’. Meredith said.

‘Thank you. We thought it was a bit retro and classic’. Angie smiled.

‘It makes me think of Rose in ‘Keeping Up Appearances’, who in turn makes me think of Marina in ‘Last Of The Summer Wine’’. Suzy said.

‘Are those women who have been a big influence on you? Asked Tanith.

‘If you mean that they stood out as beacons of glamour in an otherwise drab group of people, then yes. If however, you mean because they’re both a bit slaggy, then no’. Suzy retorted.

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The telly was on low in the background. While going through the Christmas Radio Times with her pink highlighter Cleo had spotted one of her favourite episodes of Last Of The Summer Wine entitled ‘Beware of Laughing at Nora’s Hats’, in which a piece of wood behind Herbert ‘Truly’ Truelove looks rude. They cheered when it hove into view. ‘I can just imagine Phil rolling down a hill riding a massive speaker cab, while Suzy is shagging Victor behind a dry stone wall’. Nick said.

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A Love Letter To London From Cleo Howard and I

When you’re growing up in the south of England, London is the cool place where everything happens and you can’t wait to go there. It’s a place that represents freedom and pleasure. It’s a place where you can buy clothes and create your identity. It’s a place where you can hear music you love.

To celebrate this, here are some of the mentions of London made in Cleo Howard’s diaries.

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Wednesday 11th June 1997 I didn’t buy Kerrang! this week because Bon Jovi is on the cover. I read in Ian’s Metal Hammer that Alice Cooper is playing here in England in July. I asked Mum if I can go. She said no. She says I’m not old enough to go to London on my own. I said I wouldn’t be going on my own, Jenni and Ian would be coming with me. She said they aren’t old enough to go either. She said maybe next year when I’m sixteen. Why does everything have to wait until I’m sixteen? I’m mature for my age. It’s so unfair. We listened to Gav’s Best of the Undertones album. I wish I was getting some teenage kicks.

Wednesday 2nd July 1997 I’m so happy today. I get to go to my first gig (Reading Festival Sunday – Metallica and Marilyn Manson) in less than two months. Maybe next year I’ll get to go to a gig in London. I bought Kerrang! without hesitation because Alice Cooper is in it. Jenni won’t like this issue though because Alice is claiming that Marilyn Manson stole his act. We’ll see for ourselves in August! Me and Ian listened to Gav’s The Specials album. I like “Too Much Too Young”. I’m going to heed its warning and not get married too young (or maybe at all, it looks rubbish based on Mum and Dad).

Monday 6th October 1997 Today I went into town with Shot. She needed some safety pins for a T-shirt she’s customising. She said you can’t buy decent punk clothes anywhere in Reading. She said when she’s eighteen she’s going to go out in London wearing just black masking tape over her nipples, like Wendy O Williams. She said Wendy O Williams gets misunderstood and what she does is not about sex, but is really about power.

Tuesday 26th May 1998 We had our English Literature exam today. Miss Wallace told us not to be nervous because she had prepared us well. But she looked really, really nervous.  All we knew about the exam was that we would get a poem by one of fifteen poets and then we’d have to write about it. When I turned over the paper it was William Blake’s “London”. I’ve never read this before but it had loads of stuff in it to comment on. I have now finished doing English. It was my favourite subject. Everything else is harder than English.

Wednesday 27th May 1998 If William Blake had been to Camden he might not be so rude about London. I suppose London probably was grim in the olden days when he was writing.

Thursday 15th October 1998 Mum said Jean and Josie were in the shop, buying lots of Andrex loo roll. You can win a weekend in London. Jean said they like to try and add some excitement to their weekly shop. Mum wished them luck.

Wednesday 27th January 1999 Matty Bateman farted really loudly in English and said “Bring out the Branston!” He thinks he’s funny but he’s not. I suggested to Dazza that his band should have a mascot, like Vic Rattlehead. He’s going to draw one. I found some Sociology in The Rats. Mr Harris, the teacher, is sad because the poor areas of London are mucky and covered in litter and get rats more easily. Mr Harris sounds like a good teacher like Miss Wallace.

Wednesday 24th February 1999 I met Jenni and Shot at eight-thirty and we got the bus to London. We got the tube to Kensington Market and we didn’t get lost because Shot knew where she was going because she’d been before with Glen. Every shop in Kensington Market has great stuff. I looked at a bag which is a silver backpack with angel wings but it was forty pounds. Maybe I’ll come back for it if I get lots of birthday money.

Jenni’s favourite shop is The Black Rose. It is the Gothest shop I have ever seen. Jenni got an Omen Clothing top that says “Vampire” and an SDL bondage skirt. Shot spent ages looking in the hairdressers at their pictures of what they can do. They only do alternative hairstyles and can dye your hair any colour you want. They also do extensions (like Danni from behind the bar at the Green Man has) that look like My Little Pony hair. You can have them in tiny plaits or in dreadlocks.

I bought a Misfits T-shirt. I got a different one to the one Shot has. Shot has the skull one and I have the Die, Die, My Darling one. I got a black leather skirt too. Shot got lime green and bright pink hair dye and a Stargazer bleach kit. She also got an Omen Clothing bondage dress with the Sex Pistols’ God Save The Queen print on. She nearly bought one which had “slut” printed all over it but she’s not a slut.

All the shops have cool music playing. I heard David Bowie’s “Rebel Rebel”, plus loads of Marilyn Manson, Rammstein, Bob Marley (Shot said that it is an ancient bylaw that Bob Marley’s Legend album has to be playing somewhere at all times in Kensington Market), Iron Maiden and Entombed.

Tuesday 29th June 1999 I made Ian come in Miss Selfridge with me today and we saw Jessica Rice. She had her hair in pigtails with fluffy hairbands, like Britney Spears in the “Baby One More Time” video. Jess left school after GCSEs and has been working in Miss Selfridge ever since. She is still engaged to Owen Tranter. He is a DJ in Reading but he wants to branch out to London.

Thursday 16th September 1999 Why is everyone playing Geri Halliwell’s “Mi Chico Latino”? I heard it in Miss Selfridge today. Me and Jenni saw Jessica Rice in Miss Selfridge. She is still going out with Owen Tranter but he’s called DJ Onit now. Jess said it was a clever name because it’s like “on it”, like on drugs or ready for a big night out, but also, it’s his name; “O” for Owen, “ni” for Nigel which is his middle name and “T” for Tranter. He hasn’t got any DJing gigs in London yet. He will probably be the next Fatboy Slim according to Jess, which will make her the next Zoe Ball.

Monday 18th October 1999 Type O Negative are playing in London in December! Type O Negative! In London! Which is near Reading! I have to go. Imagine being in the same room as Pete Steele and seeing his actual face! And the rest of him! The man is practically a God. Jenni is asking her parents tonight if she can go. They will say yes without a fight. I need to pick my moment with Mum. I also want to ask her if I can have driving lessons but this will have to wait until she’s said yes to Type O.

Wednesday 20th October 1999 Mum has agreed to me going to see Type O Negative! She didn’t even argue or try to make me promise to be back at a certain time. I took all my washing up downstairs and then I asked. I pointed out that Jenni is going, that her Dad is a university lecturer, that Ian is coming with us, and I already have a ticket and I’ve been to London a bunch of times already and nothing bad happened. Mum said yes I can go and she said if I go to uni next year she’ll have no say in what I do so she might as well get used to it. Now I just have to wait forty days! It’s such a long time. It’s like that bit before Easter when religious people give up chocolate. Now I actually understand how tough that would be.

Tuesday 30th November 1999 I am going to see Type O Negative tomorrow! I can’t think about anything else. None of us have lessons on Wednesday afternoons so we’re going to London at two!

Wednesday 1st December 1999 Me, Ian, Jenni and Lex got the coach to London and we were too early for the gig so we went to Tower Records at Piccadilly Circus (Lex has been here before with Mopey) and we went to a pub called the Intrepid Fox which is like a much bigger version of the Green Man and then we queued up outside the Astoria to get into the gig. I just stood and looked at what people were wearing for a bit. There were lots of people with pink hair like Shot. There were a lot of women in high heels. I read in the Playgirl interview that Pete Steele did that he likes women in high heels. I tried them once but they made my ankles shake.

I was wearing my fourteen hole DMs, Nine Inch Nails vest, matt black PVC skirt and lime green fishnet tights (for some “Creepy Green Light”, like the Type O song!)

Static X didn’t turn up. Wayne Static has hair that stands on end, as if he’s been Van de Graaf generatored, like I once was in Physics, because my hair was the longest and straightest in the class. Coal Chamber were good. I liked them better live than I do on CD. Seeing Nadja reminded me to practise bass. If I was in a band I could be backstage with the other musicians.

Type O Negative were incredible! Me and Jenni were more excited than Ian and Lex. I think we squealed when the band came on but in a cool way, not in a lame boy band way obviously. We weren’t the only ones. Pete Steele is even better looking up close (I’ve decided to refer to him as Pete rather than Peter, it’s more informal and I have now been in the same room as him, sharing the same air). He has the deepest voice I’ve ever heard. It’s like standing next to a speaker. It goes all the way from your head to your feet, pausing in the middle to tickle your special lady place (sorry for being indecorous Dear Diary, but it’s so true). There were loads of girls wearing really low cut tops and I wished my chest would get a move on and grow. Ian and I could perve freely since our boyfriend and girlfriend weren’t there. Everything on stage was lit up with green lights. I didn’t want it to end.

Afterwards I was so sad it was over. We walked to Oxford Circus tube station. Almost the whole platform was full of people who had been to the gig. Then we got the Victoria line tube to Victoria so we could get the coach back to Reading. I don’t like the crowds on the tube. Ian held my hand when we were getting off at Victoria so I didn’t get lost. We went to a shop called Whistlestop and got crisps then we got the coach home. It was really cold when we got off the coach in Reading. When I got in I had a cup of tea. Mum got up for a wee (or was she checking to see I wasn’t drunk?) and said I will be tired in the morning.

Saturday 4th December 1999 Mum is being mental today. She accused me of doing drugs when I went to London. She has seen loads of news reports about the dangers of ecstasy and thinks that as soon as you get off the coach in London someone gives you a big bag of drugs and asks you if you want to be a prostitute. She would go mad if she heard Ice T telling women to follow their dream of being a ho. He’s not saying women should be a ho, just if they want to. Some women might like it. It’s not in the folder of careers leaflets in the library.

Tuesday 7th December 1999 I think when I leave school I should move to London. Great gigs happen all the time in London. I wonder if there is a university which is near the Astoria? Or one near Camden?