Set list: The Plague / Writing's on the Wall / Wonderland / Never Saw it Coming / Dreamtime / Sign of a Madman / Blackheath Pts 1 & 2 / Streetwise Cowboy / Let Me Out of Here / Spaced Out Monkey / One Helluva Night / Remembrance Day // Don't Break the Circle / Night of the Demon
'The Circle of St Giles'
Don't you just love the title? It is a track by John Wetton, from his Arkangel CD.
Now, our very own St Giles, a Demoniac, experienced extreme enjoyment of Wednesday's gig. I would say that he was, undoubtedly, the happiest person at Bar Cuba, on the night...I've got the pictures to prove it. Bids will be accepted on eBay very shortly.
All of that lighthearted banter aside, the Demon juggernaut rolls, relentlessly, on to Macclesfield's Bar Cuba, bulldozing everything in its' path.
Yes, Sparky, I do realise that I have just split an infinitive and mixed a metaphor in the very same sentence. Quite impressive actually, when you think about it but we shan't dwell on such pernicious matters Is that your mistress I hear calling?
At Bar Cuba, Demon surprised me. They surprised wee Sparky too. You see, between Leek and Macclesfield the band had worked very hard and put an awful lot of effort into various aspects of the set. The Leek gig had been good and everyone had enjoyed it but there were several areas where there was clearly room for improvement, to those of us who are present at gigs on a regular, somewhat scary, stalking-type basis...
Oh, do scatter your pearls of wisdom before us, we mere unenlightened infidel swine, Your Enlightenment.
Sparky, I do declare that one day, you will wake up with your head shaved and your hands superglued to your ass!
...Song-endings, I was going to say before I was so rudely interrupted. At Leek, songs had tended to end more by chance than direction, whereas by Macc, nuts had been tightened and at times, the band were slicker than slug snot. Everyone finished songs at the same time and there was a definite ending, leaving the audience in no doubt when to applaud.
Perhaps the most impressive change to the set was the segue of "Streetwise Cowboy" into "Let Me Out Of Here". Using the suave, debonair Mr Duncan Hanssel's keyboard skills to great effect, the resultant transition was a thing of coruscating beauty. Quite sublime. It almost brought a tear to The God of Thunder's eye, such was its' magnificence. I was also very pleasantly surprised with the reworking of "Never Saw It Coming", once again enhanced by the urbane Mr Hanssel, and a recording of The Walmsley dynasty.
Speaking of Mr Walmsley, the smooth one was looking much happier than he has of late. I have noticed that often, it gets that wistful look on its face, but on Wednesday, I actually had to request that he cease and desist from smiling as it was beginning to get on my nerves. One guitarist smiling all the time is bad enough but both? Walmsley! NO! Sadly, the hat has, apparently, met with a fatal accident and has been stuffed, mounted and is now being worn as Bad Jonny C's hairpiece.
Indeed, Bar Cuba was the place to be seen, with unusual apparel, syrups or facial hair arrangements. The erudite Mr Andy Dale, did sport a rather fetching purple goatee but don't expect to see this in future. The aforementioned bass-master had a rather upsetting encounter whilst ordering a pint of Stella and has vowed never to colour his facial hair again.
But what about the progenitor of the Demon legacy? You haven't mentioned Big Daddy Dave, at all, yet?
Ah, Sparklet, I wondered where you had got to...What can I say about young Mr Hell? He was in surprisingly fine vocal condition for most of Wednesday, in spite of his having to deal with a bad dose of Ebola. Or was that a cold? One or the other. The main thing is that the band was pretty damned good. I do have a few gripes about the venue though, which claims to be so good, promised so much and delivered so little:
The PA was a disappointing: it certainly didn't live up to the boasts of the website.
The lights were shite: most of the stage being in complete darkness the whole night
The smoke machine is about 12 ft in the air, which means that you eat the stuff rather than having it swirling around a few feet above the ground.
Obviously, the entire Bar Cuba layout was designed by someone who has absolutely no idea what promoting live music is about. Who on earth would position a smoke machine near the ceiling? The whole point of a smoke machine is to add atmosphere, not obscure the band from the crowd's view! Doh!
Old Stoney
Whilst I'm bitching about shit, how come, 1 Smirnoff Ice, I pint of Guinness, and 1 pint of Stella comes to £7.80? What the Hell is that all about? That isn't providing a service that is liquor bootlegging. Hell, screw Guevara, change the name to Capone's and have done with it! Goddamn Gangsters!
Sparky! Now, where the hell is that damnable sprite? Sparky, I'm going for a lie down...all this ranting has given me a case of the vapours...
Hey Demoniacs! Last Wednesday, 7/11/01, at Bar Cuba was truly a momentous occasion for little old Sparky.
My mistress, DarkSoul (wife of laughing boy, The God of Thunder and the kindest, sweetest and most fair-minded mistress of all, I hasten to add) at long last, allowed me to play out - and what fun I had. Speaking for myself, I don't think that this was such a personal kindness on her part, as anyone who knows her is well aware, she has a cold black heart. No, I suspect that it was more a moment of madness due to the fact that His Latitude paid her a second compliment in 18 years of Holy Deadlock. This so addled her mind that she forgot to be horrible to Yours Sparkily and she let me out and even forgot to administer my daily beating. Not that they brought me in the car - I had to get here under my own steam. Let me tell you, I didn't get the feeling back in my wings for hours after that!
But I digress. "What happened Sparky?" I hear you all mumble. Well, first some really noisy bunch got on stage and made a noise. Then another bunch got on stage and made some more noise. However, this noisy bunch was the noisy bunch we all went to see: Demon. They were......Oh,... oh,... DarkSoul is coming, I know her fairy footsteps anywhere -once you've heard a gaggle of rampaging Wildebeest, you never forget that sound...Cue the Sparky Awards for services to Rock 'n' Roll...Here they are, The Sparky's...Must get the manacles back on...No, Mistress, I said only good things about you...No, not the waffle iron again....
The Smooothest Shirt Award - Mr Ray Walmsley for his fetching black snakeskin-effect number.
The Most Effective Use of Dead Cattle Award - Mr Steven Brookes for his Soul Boy coat (and the object of envy for Mrs GoT/DarkSoul)
The Michael Myers Scariest Boilersuit Award - The urbane Mr Duncan Donuts(red does hide the blood so well, don't you think?)
The "Mr Raunchy" Macho Pose of the Night Award - Mr Andrew Dale and his 5 string bass guitar
The 3 Billy Goatees Gruff Award for Services to Facial Hair Arrangements - Mr Andrew Dale and his Deep Purple Demon
The Angus Young Award for Services to Sartorial Elegance in Rock 'n' Roll - Mr Dave Hell
The Magnum P.I. Loud Shirt Award - Bad Jonny C
The Chris Jericho Wicked Syrup Award - Bad Jonny C and his hairpiece
Mark L. Potts The God of Thunder and Sparky
8th November 2001
They mostly came out well and I'm reasonably happy with them.
The dry ice was a bit of a problem and the lighting was shite, so pics were a bit darker than I'd hoped and a lot look as if they're taken in fog (like some from Leek and some of the Limelight ones!)