The Roxy Lives!
The Roxy in Sheffield reopened last night as a music venue. Basically, it's the Leadmill only much bigger. This is a good thing, as it should attract some bands that wouldn't normally come to Sheffield which you'd have to go to Manchester or Leeds to see.
I'm not sure who the opening band were, though I do know that they were fucking awful. I mean, really bad. Not just "it's not my cup of tea", but actually bad. They were followed by a badly misjudged DJ set, with an embarrasingly bad MC who basically just kept saying "This one's for the ladies" over and over again.
The main band of the night - Reverend and the Makers - are an odd thing. The band is tight, and they have some good songs, but the lead singer is just such an absolutely massive cock. He was unreal, he had the life views of a 14 year old boy and his in between song banter consisted of saying things like "Listen, yeah? Don't listen to what you hear in the media, yeah? Think for yourselves, yeah? Do you hear me? Think for yourselves!" and "I've worked in Atkinsons, I've worked Norwich Union, I've worked in the steel industry. Wank Wank Wank. You want my advise? If you don't like your job... yeah... leave, yeah? Because this is Sheffield - Steel City, yeah? This is what it's about." Oh shut the fuck up you stupidly massive cock, and you can shove your child like poetry up your arse too. You wouldn't mind all this pathetic wank so much if he could sing, but he rarely approached anything that might be considered as in tune.
After the gig, as I was wandering up past Tudor Square to meet up with Liv, and Stupidly Massive Cock and the Makers were doing an acoustic gig outside The Crucible. I didn't hang around, I just took a picture and headed into town.
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