Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Eagles of Death Metal ladies only gig, Artrocker online
Eagles of Death Metal
Soho Revue Bar, 22 January 2007
"I'm telling you this because it's true: this is the best fucking gig we ever played." Jesse Hughes, the snake-hipped, slick-haired frontman of The Eagles of Death Metal, is having at least as much fun as the two dozen women who've invaded the stage at this ladies-only night at the Soho Revue Bar. His guitar player, middle-aged and chubby with a floppy mohawk, is definitely having fun, snogging a girl who must on some level be aware that he is A: not sexy, and B: older than her dad.
I'd never been to a gig where the band were playing random cover versions and songs they hadn't rehearsed because they really didn't want to get off stage yet, or a gig where the lead singer wades through the crowd to a nearby podium in order to do a bit of poledancing, or where plastic cups of bison-grass vodka are handed out to the crowd. I recommend it though.
It's a brilliant idea – EoDM have always had a touch of hen-night Full Monty-with-guitars entertainers about them, so chucking them in a room full of women who like noise and booze and sex is a match made in heaven. Jesse is hilariously beside himself with excitement at the sight of a club full of lairy, rocky ladies, and he's a perfect gent, too – leaning forward to chat to women at the front, yelling "let's hear it for the ladies" repeatedly and apparently involutarily, and oozing nice-blokeness. He also has a particularly tight and lovely bottom, and the sort of huge moustache that leads a lady to thinking about her clitoris being tickled (the gig was in a former strip club, still owned by porno millionaire Paul Raymond, so I think it's okay to mention these things).
The music is kind-of secondary, but their catalogue of short, silly rock songs with at least two false endings serves well, as does a cover of Brown Sugar, and their yell-along I Want You So Hard is such a success they play it twice in a row. The highlight, though, was the woman in the hotpants and purple feather boa who took the second mic and knew all the words. That and Jesse's arse.
Soho Revue Bar, 22 January 2007
"I'm telling you this because it's true: this is the best fucking gig we ever played." Jesse Hughes, the snake-hipped, slick-haired frontman of The Eagles of Death Metal, is having at least as much fun as the two dozen women who've invaded the stage at this ladies-only night at the Soho Revue Bar. His guitar player, middle-aged and chubby with a floppy mohawk, is definitely having fun, snogging a girl who must on some level be aware that he is A: not sexy, and B: older than her dad.
I'd never been to a gig where the band were playing random cover versions and songs they hadn't rehearsed because they really didn't want to get off stage yet, or a gig where the lead singer wades through the crowd to a nearby podium in order to do a bit of poledancing, or where plastic cups of bison-grass vodka are handed out to the crowd. I recommend it though.
It's a brilliant idea – EoDM have always had a touch of hen-night Full Monty-with-guitars entertainers about them, so chucking them in a room full of women who like noise and booze and sex is a match made in heaven. Jesse is hilariously beside himself with excitement at the sight of a club full of lairy, rocky ladies, and he's a perfect gent, too – leaning forward to chat to women at the front, yelling "let's hear it for the ladies" repeatedly and apparently involutarily, and oozing nice-blokeness. He also has a particularly tight and lovely bottom, and the sort of huge moustache that leads a lady to thinking about her clitoris being tickled (the gig was in a former strip club, still owned by porno millionaire Paul Raymond, so I think it's okay to mention these things).
The music is kind-of secondary, but their catalogue of short, silly rock songs with at least two false endings serves well, as does a cover of Brown Sugar, and their yell-along I Want You So Hard is such a success they play it twice in a row. The highlight, though, was the woman in the hotpants and purple feather boa who took the second mic and knew all the words. That and Jesse's arse.
