Post by G on Mar 9, 2009 10:51:26 GMT
Well, there it went. The UK Collider release tour is no more as of yesterday, and it has been the most enjoyable one we've done yet. Since we first hit the road for Crewe on the 20th Feb, highlights have included (in probably the wrong order):
- LSB retain title of "World's Least Comfortable Van"
- Hangover Oatcakes in Alsager
- Great scotspitality courtesy of Dave and The Laymanites
- Great jukebox in The Black Bull, Edinburgh
- Enormous hangovers in Edinburgh
- Still no heater in the van
- Late nights, waste ground, swans and stories about willies in Glasgow
- Old friends, new friends and a disappointing replacement hand drier at the mighty Trillians
- Many hours on the motorway between the hours of midnight and 4am
- Thumbs up to Little Courage in Derby
- Fucking great show in the Fiddler's Elbow (nods to Sakura Drops for putting us on, and Faye Rocksound for humouring our ramblings)
- Lincoln, Steve and his mighty Bivouac, a new venue, the weirdest spot we've played in for a while and a joyfully rocking crowd
- One man solo Death (or was it Black? Thrash?) metal from the Mega Priest
- Mid tour homecoming in Bristol to a thoroughly entertaining crowd, with mighty asskickings delivered by Oxygen Thief and Cars On Fire
- Staggering home in daylight *again* (hope the hangover wasn't too bad, Ali
- The addition of Grade A roadying assistance from the mighty Oxygen Thief for the final stretch
- Could The Parish in Huddersfield be the greatest rock pub in the UK? A strong case indeed was made, with maximum thanks to Carl and Mikey, and apologies for the Oxygen Thief's vomitular indiscretion
- Catchings up with GU Medicine, always a pleasure to hang with the nicest fellas to ever pen 3 albums worth of songs about drugs, booze and prostitutes
- The serene beauty of Mexborough by night
- Learning about Donk. All the kids are into it, you know
- More motorways at 3am
- Still no heater in van
- Arrive in Bristol about 4, start drinking, check out Donk on YouTube: fuck me, it's shit
- Arriving at the 3Bs in Reading to discover a very brightly lit venue under the Town Hall (Rich: "it's a coffee shop - these people are going to shit themselves")
- Warnings, complaints and threats at the excessive volume generated by our soundcheck
- After it looked like we weren't going to be able to play (see above), all goes ahead thanks to Andy Heff and his balls of steel
- One thunderous blast of a gig in one comically inappropriate venue. Sweat, tinnitus, shredded vocal chords and a seriously enjoyable show. A quite literally baying crowd, no self-shitting reported after all. Lots of new friends, and no mid-set shutting down of the PA. Up 'til god knows when (cheers Jack)
- Final crushing hangover. Drive home.
- LSB retain title of "World's Least Comfortable Van"
- Hangover Oatcakes in Alsager
- Great scotspitality courtesy of Dave and The Laymanites
- Great jukebox in The Black Bull, Edinburgh
- Enormous hangovers in Edinburgh
- Still no heater in the van
- Late nights, waste ground, swans and stories about willies in Glasgow
- Old friends, new friends and a disappointing replacement hand drier at the mighty Trillians
- Many hours on the motorway between the hours of midnight and 4am
- Thumbs up to Little Courage in Derby
- Fucking great show in the Fiddler's Elbow (nods to Sakura Drops for putting us on, and Faye Rocksound for humouring our ramblings)
- Lincoln, Steve and his mighty Bivouac, a new venue, the weirdest spot we've played in for a while and a joyfully rocking crowd
- One man solo Death (or was it Black? Thrash?) metal from the Mega Priest
- Mid tour homecoming in Bristol to a thoroughly entertaining crowd, with mighty asskickings delivered by Oxygen Thief and Cars On Fire
- Staggering home in daylight *again* (hope the hangover wasn't too bad, Ali
- The addition of Grade A roadying assistance from the mighty Oxygen Thief for the final stretch
- Could The Parish in Huddersfield be the greatest rock pub in the UK? A strong case indeed was made, with maximum thanks to Carl and Mikey, and apologies for the Oxygen Thief's vomitular indiscretion
- Catchings up with GU Medicine, always a pleasure to hang with the nicest fellas to ever pen 3 albums worth of songs about drugs, booze and prostitutes
- The serene beauty of Mexborough by night
- Learning about Donk. All the kids are into it, you know
- More motorways at 3am
- Still no heater in van
- Arrive in Bristol about 4, start drinking, check out Donk on YouTube: fuck me, it's shit
- Arriving at the 3Bs in Reading to discover a very brightly lit venue under the Town Hall (Rich: "it's a coffee shop - these people are going to shit themselves")
- Warnings, complaints and threats at the excessive volume generated by our soundcheck
- After it looked like we weren't going to be able to play (see above), all goes ahead thanks to Andy Heff and his balls of steel
- One thunderous blast of a gig in one comically inappropriate venue. Sweat, tinnitus, shredded vocal chords and a seriously enjoyable show. A quite literally baying crowd, no self-shitting reported after all. Lots of new friends, and no mid-set shutting down of the PA. Up 'til god knows when (cheers Jack)
- Final crushing hangover. Drive home.