3/26/2006
Please Make Sense
Well it is done and dusty. Wednesday 15th was the first official Please Make Sense night, which was organized by The Mekano Set and Rock and Roll Sweatbox and happened at Engine Room Club. Were you there? Can you help police with their enquiries? We have photographic evidence c/o RidderBurch Industries and copies will be available via the gallery as soon as we are less pissed.
Thank you very very much to everyone that came out. We had a brilliant aces top time. The place was trully heaving (an intrigued doorman pointed out that they've never had so many people in on a mid-week night before) and you did us all proud.
Your entertainers for the night were:
Bad Fucking Disease (members or member of a band so ahead of their time that they are rumored to only really exist 'in the future') got things going with a DJ set of impeccable indie tunage.
The Mekano Set (that's us) got up and did their thing and I have to say that was the most I've enjoyed a gig in a good while. Very exciting and I couldn't keep still. Did we make sense? Probably not. Did we understand you? We do try.
It shouldn't be a big deal these days to watch a band that have a certain kind of punk vibe (NOT to be confused with punk-rock, new metal, emo etc.), utilizing relatively unconventional guitar sounds and song structures, and drum machines. It is of course a relatively unconventional thing to see a band that are a very much about noise, beats, and big bass lines as the framework for the antics of a strong, harsh, confrontational female sexuality, and scary looking non-threatening boys), even in Brighton.
That was our last gig for a while, and our last gig (for the next twelve months at least) with Patrick 'Saint' Crean on bass. Patrick is taking a year out to see the world. So I was determined to make the most of it.
Whingy Apple computer-synth voice: "It's not my fault... modem and printer ports... were disconnected... by you... when you switched on... your Wa Saaa Bee Reverse... Delay unit and kicked... the lead... out of the back... of it... you stupid... fucking... drunken... goth... bastard."
Or "pay attention... I have stopped... the song... because... it bores me... I want to play... something different... can't we do a cover of a Simply Red song instead.... Milk... oh go on..."
Then Pope Joan were on. Brimming with charm, these Brighton dandies were born to be in a band and must surely soon step out and embrace the rest of the world and be embraced back.
If Carlsberg beer was a band, you'd probably go and see it because there was no other beer playing locally that night. If Pope Joan were an alcoholic beverage, we would have made sure the venue gave away free pints of Pope at the bar. Pope Joan, probably the most refreshing band in the world. I'm sure they think we're nutters - I mean, I know we are, but they were very chilled, really made an effort, and they were prompt! Hey, look, at Please Make Sense, promptness and looking presentable are the new rock and roll, OK? OK?! OK.
Any band that takes time to consider the fit of their jeans, sport Punk-Afros, designer Italian footwear, and skewed indie guitar grooves gets our support. Which probably explains why we booked them? And why the punters lapped them up? And why I always feel obliged to shout 'PopeTastic' whenever I see them. Well done lads.
I hate to type it, but I didn't get to see Oom's set as I ended up 'on the door' by the time they went on. Apparently they were totally charming and groovy. They suffered from a bit of a dodgy mix and a bit too much feedback but were magickal none the less. And they played to a full house. And loads of people wanted Oom CD's on their way out.
Playing the door-man was actually good fun - and thanks to Mekanoid Ed for keeping me company. But it was only fun until BFD returned with the DJ action and everyone started dancing. No fair.
Highlights for me include debating whether Beth, Oli Flesh and me should use the nights takings to rent a hotel room and 'make film'. Tempting, I'm sure you'll agree. But I had to get up early. And we couldn't find a video camera. Bad Fucking Disease's DJ set went down a storm. People who got let in for free paid on the way out. Bands have been booked for PMS May. More on that soon.
Patrick and our security officer Russian C will be taking a year out to explore the worlds. They will be missed, a whole lot, and Brighton won't be the same without them. It's been the best. Please come back. "We can change!"
What else?
What happens next?
At the moment we are planning the next PMS for Wednesday May 31st. Our 'fucking hillarious' award winning* NoiseLetter will amuse and also keep you informed of forthcoming PMS activities.
The Mekano Set
www.myspace.com/mekanoset
www.myspace.com/pleasemakesense
www.myspace.com/popejoan
www.myspace.com/badfuckingdisease
http://www.myspace.com/oom
NoiseLetter
Be seeing you, Mr. Milk.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
*The NightLight NoiseLetter was voted Number 1 Amusing The Mekano Set Based NewsLetter of 2005 by The Mekano Set.
Thank you very very much to everyone that came out. We had a brilliant aces top time. The place was trully heaving (an intrigued doorman pointed out that they've never had so many people in on a mid-week night before) and you did us all proud.
Your entertainers for the night were:
Bad Fucking Disease (members or member of a band so ahead of their time that they are rumored to only really exist 'in the future') got things going with a DJ set of impeccable indie tunage.
The Mekano Set (that's us) got up and did their thing and I have to say that was the most I've enjoyed a gig in a good while. Very exciting and I couldn't keep still. Did we make sense? Probably not. Did we understand you? We do try.
It shouldn't be a big deal these days to watch a band that have a certain kind of punk vibe (NOT to be confused with punk-rock, new metal, emo etc.), utilizing relatively unconventional guitar sounds and song structures, and drum machines. It is of course a relatively unconventional thing to see a band that are a very much about noise, beats, and big bass lines as the framework for the antics of a strong, harsh, confrontational female sexuality, and scary looking non-threatening boys), even in Brighton.
That was our last gig for a while, and our last gig (for the next twelve months at least) with Patrick 'Saint' Crean on bass. Patrick is taking a year out to see the world. So I was determined to make the most of it.
Whingy Apple computer-synth voice: "It's not my fault... modem and printer ports... were disconnected... by you... when you switched on... your Wa Saaa Bee Reverse... Delay unit and kicked... the lead... out of the back... of it... you stupid... fucking... drunken... goth... bastard."
Or "pay attention... I have stopped... the song... because... it bores me... I want to play... something different... can't we do a cover of a Simply Red song instead.... Milk... oh go on..."
Then Pope Joan were on. Brimming with charm, these Brighton dandies were born to be in a band and must surely soon step out and embrace the rest of the world and be embraced back.
If Carlsberg beer was a band, you'd probably go and see it because there was no other beer playing locally that night. If Pope Joan were an alcoholic beverage, we would have made sure the venue gave away free pints of Pope at the bar. Pope Joan, probably the most refreshing band in the world. I'm sure they think we're nutters - I mean, I know we are, but they were very chilled, really made an effort, and they were prompt! Hey, look, at Please Make Sense, promptness and looking presentable are the new rock and roll, OK? OK?! OK.
Any band that takes time to consider the fit of their jeans, sport Punk-Afros, designer Italian footwear, and skewed indie guitar grooves gets our support. Which probably explains why we booked them? And why the punters lapped them up? And why I always feel obliged to shout 'PopeTastic' whenever I see them. Well done lads.
I hate to type it, but I didn't get to see Oom's set as I ended up 'on the door' by the time they went on. Apparently they were totally charming and groovy. They suffered from a bit of a dodgy mix and a bit too much feedback but were magickal none the less. And they played to a full house. And loads of people wanted Oom CD's on their way out.
Playing the door-man was actually good fun - and thanks to Mekanoid Ed for keeping me company. But it was only fun until BFD returned with the DJ action and everyone started dancing. No fair.
Highlights for me include debating whether Beth, Oli Flesh and me should use the nights takings to rent a hotel room and 'make film'. Tempting, I'm sure you'll agree. But I had to get up early. And we couldn't find a video camera. Bad Fucking Disease's DJ set went down a storm. People who got let in for free paid on the way out. Bands have been booked for PMS May. More on that soon.
Patrick and our security officer Russian C will be taking a year out to explore the worlds. They will be missed, a whole lot, and Brighton won't be the same without them. It's been the best. Please come back. "We can change!"
What else?
What happens next?
At the moment we are planning the next PMS for Wednesday May 31st. Our 'fucking hillarious' award winning* NoiseLetter will amuse and also keep you informed of forthcoming PMS activities.
The Mekano Set
www.myspace.com/mekanoset
www.myspace.com/pleasemakesense
www.myspace.com/popejoan
www.myspace.com/badfuckingdisease
http://www.myspace.com/oom
NoiseLetter
Be seeing you, Mr. Milk.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
*The NightLight NoiseLetter was voted Number 1 Amusing The Mekano Set Based NewsLetter of 2005 by The Mekano Set.
// posted by Milk (The Mekano Set) @ 10:38 PM 
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