Friday, October 29, 2004
It was a great night for the sexual. Metrosexual, retrosexual, even the bi-curious had fun.
The kids got a bit hysterical.
It's always better on holiday
So much better on holiday
That's why we only work when we need the money
Warm-up was some bloke in a studded, blue spandex jumpsuit, who was wearing a fighter-pilot helmet and who played some sort of hybrid between blues and redneck-guitar-uhm-stuff. Boobs flying everywhere. If you were there, you'd know what I mean.
And then The Kills, who should get off the PJ Harvey/Siouxie Sioux-diet that they are clearly on, and get a life. And off the stage.
The boys were gorgeous, belting out songs about lust and colour in a most dramatic fashion. Collars up. Tongues in cheeks. And the Ian Curtis movements down to a T.
The kids got a bit hysterical.
It's always better on holiday
So much better on holiday
That's why we only work when we need the money
Warm-up was some bloke in a studded, blue spandex jumpsuit, who was wearing a fighter-pilot helmet and who played some sort of hybrid between blues and redneck-guitar-uhm-stuff. Boobs flying everywhere. If you were there, you'd know what I mean.
And then The Kills, who should get off the PJ Harvey/Siouxie Sioux-diet that they are clearly on, and get a life. And off the stage.
The boys were gorgeous, belting out songs about lust and colour in a most dramatic fashion. Collars up. Tongues in cheeks. And the Ian Curtis movements down to a T.
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