Ay, it continues. Friday saw a visit to the Old Fire Station to see a little known band (…) known as Hadouken.
Steve quite graciously picked me up some time before 7. There was a bit of a panic as nobody could get hold of Aleece, who we were supposed to be meeting up with, with her friends. Steve and I just decided to go in anyway and see if we could spot her coming in.
We ourselves got in just as the first support act was finishing. When we got in there there was a little quote-unquote “mosh pit” going on in the centre involving about ten 16-year olds a little to hyped up on their Panda Pops.
There was another support act, who for the love of god I can’t remember the name of, but they were quite good, albeit quite lacking in the variety of music they played. The wee ones kind of calmed down a little. Sugar high had ended.
Then, of course, Hadouken came on. (Well, you’d kind of expect them to, to be fair…)
They played their songs (again, like you’d expect them to) and I was expecting to hear a bunch of songs I’d never heard before seeing as it’s a tour to sell their new album, but no, they played quite a few songs I knew, actually.
But then it ended. In perhaps the most shortest set ever – under an hour long – they’d run out of songs to play. Great. So I essentially just wasted my money? Well, kind of.
Hadouken gigs are something you just have to experience, I guess. There’s nothing about their music that hints towards a nice, sombre listening experience. Of course not. Their songs instantly give the young ones a second wind of excitement thanks in part to their love of Kinder eggs. There’s no stopping them.
Seriously, I felt sorry for Aleece’s friends who had come down to Bournemouth to come see them play, because I was behind the guy behind them, who just wouldn’t stop jumping around on everyone. I know that was kind of the consensus for everyone, but this guy took it to the max. Seriously. He went at it like one of those wind-up teeth that you let go and it just keeps nattering away…
Then there was this little guy who liked jumping up and down just to hit my chin and give me a mouth full of his waxed hair. Thanks, kid.
There’s also this guy who insisted on waving his arm in my face and elbowing my cheek at nearly every other beat. That was until he was taken out by a security guard whilst getting rid of another person. Hey ho.
That’s another thing – I’ve never been a particular fan of the security at the Old Fire Station. It’s like someone’s given them a brief of “…just make sure nobody breaks anything, and get them out of the room as soon as the gig’s finish, mmkay?” and they do little else. A fight broke out in the middle of all the people about half way through and they just stood there. People fell on the floor and couldn’t get up. Grr… what do you get paid for?
Alas, anyway. Carnage on Sunday. That should be a laff. 
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