Tuesday's Gone

How exciting, a weekday outing to Fibbers, so who having have we got playing on this fine Tuesday evening?

The first band on were local boys AKP (Auto Kinetic Playback) a four piece rock band comprising: Alex King on Vocals and guitars, Andy Curry on Vocals and Synth, Leo Derevonko on Bass, and Dan Whiting on Drums. Apparently, Alex builds his own guitars which he calls “Alexandercasters” and Andy draws comics (and also plays in Dust Bowl Central). They operate out of The White Rooms rehearsal facility as run by Dan. Enough of the background already, were they any good? Yes, they blooming well were. The fact that they were handing out free CD singles and badges in no way influences me to recommend that you get down and listen to this band. They were excellent.

Next act on was Officer Kicks, a four piece from New Cross and Greenwich (London that is). The band consists of Jamie (Jay) Scallion on Vocals, Jamie Fisher on Guitar, Micky Skill on Bass, and Keith Wickham on Drums. I wasn’t overly impressed, their music sounded liked bits of other people’s songs chopped up and re-packaged. The vocals were pretty good, Jay sounded a bit like Liam Gallagher and I wouldn’t have been surprised if they hadn’t started out as an Oasis covers band. Not that that’s a bad thing. Overall, I wouldn’t pay money to see them headline.

And finally, Nine Black Alps (as in the Sylvia Plath poem), with Sam Forrest on Vocals/Guitar, James Galley on Drums, and David Jones and Martin Cohen swapping about on Bass and Guitar. The band hails from Manchester although Sam comes from York where he played bass in local bands. Hot gossip – allegedly Sam is the current squeeze of Hayley Hutchison singer/songwriter of York. Blah, blah, what about the gig? NBA kicked off with three tracks back-to-back from their Everything Is album that really got the crowd roaring. We were treated to tracks from their Glitter Gulch EP as well, equally as good as their album material. The whole act was so energetic it must have doubled York’s carbon footprint, absolutely brilliant.

Grump of the night, well, two grumps. First, there was no time for an encore, which left many in the crowd a bit disappointed. Second, was the drunken herbert and his girlfriend who stood in front of me (always the tall, or drunk, or tall and drunk ones are in front of me.) At one point I had to place a restraining hand on his shoulder and alert him to the fact that he was in danger of crushing some young ladies. Pillock!