Met my chums in a little bar a few blocks away. Chaps down from Boston and a load of Leeds fans who’d flown up from Atlanta for the gig, and a lad from Saltaire too. We used to get the train to Manchester or Sheffield now and again but this is a whole other level. Most of them are in DC tonight for the gig there. Good to catch up and meet some new people. Disappointing the negativity on display with regards to Leeds’ chances against Derby the day after - we know how that turned out. One of our party blacked out in the venue and had to be escorted back to his digs. Last we heard he was ok, eating Chinese and watching Netflix.
Fontaines were brilliant. Energy to spare and had a great crowd for a support band. Looks like they’ve got a bit of an army who go a bit mad to the fast ones. Great lyrics, powerful drumming, driving bass and good interplay between the guitarists. Under the noise there’s some mighty fine pop music. The album’s good but pales in comparison to the live performance.
Repared to the back for Idles, someone kicked off with the bouncers. Not a good move. Idles loud as fuck, seemingly angry and got a packed house rocking. Seemed promising. I don’t know much about them. Three songs in a there’s beer chucking, crowd surfing and some div with an umbrella down the front. I’m sure they are lovely lads but they strike me as never coming across a cause they won’t champion. I wouldn’t be surprised if they wrote a song about Frank Lampard. Few more songs and I’m not really feeling it, though everyone else appears to be. Get a text from my mate who took the lad back to their digs that he’s back but not really into the gig. Suggest we head back to the bar round the corner. I give Idles top marks for taking such a good band on tour with them, tough act to follow every night. I think the real difference between them is Fontaines have noise and tunes, Idles have noise. Hard to be too tough on them ’cause it was a weird night. I’d go see both again. Good natter in the bar after, people drifting in and out. Ended the night dropping my mate off at his bachelor pad above a video game store in Bay Ridge. Had a little drive round there - very Saturday Night Fever - before heading home via Staten Island.
“If you’re a rock star, porn star, super star doesn’t matter what you are get yourself a good car get out of here,” is the best line I’ve heard in a long time. Mark E Smith would be proud of that one.