Words by Charlotte McManus
Photos by Gabriel Love
Rock n’ roll shook everyone’s boots tonight: blowing amps, ripping clothes and making us sweat like we haven’t done since we were sixteen.
Turbo Fruits started the night off to a headbanging start with their own special brand of plaid-shirt frenzy. The crowd was soon pummeled into shape by tracks like ‘Know Too Much’ and ‘Volcano’, with singer Jonas Stein [formerly of Be Your Own Pet] groaning and wrapping his lips around the mike like a first girlfriend. The end song, a fantastic cover of ‘Teenage Kicks’ was a perfect choice for the band’s garage-band feel; more than one person was left hoarse from screaming those immortal lines, ‘I wanna hold her wanna hold her tight…’. Definite Smash and Grab love material!
I caught up with Jonas after the set, and asked him what he thinks of Proud. “Well,” he drawls, grinning in his slow Southern way, “…it kinda reminds me of the horse stables I used to work in back in Tennessee…on Ecstasy.”
As usual, our Dress-Up Box provided the best outfits of the night. One stylish guy tried out a dress, a skirt as a shawl and shorts for a hat; was he going for an interesting twist on Eastern-European famine-chic? Maybe. Was he fabulous? Undeniably.
Just when we thought it was safe to let the parents in, Bleech arrived. The 3-piece rock sirens pushed the crowd to breaking point with grinding guitars, sexed-up snarls and vocals like cigarettes and lipstick. Listening to ‘Is It True That Boys Don’t Cry’ it feels as though we should really be in a seedy Vegas back-alley, knocking back shots of Jaeger as a truck driver inks in our latest skull/heart tattoo.
At one point I stumble past a girl wearing a T-Shirt bearing the print ‘Stay Calm and Carry On’. It seems appropriate, somehow.
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