The Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster at The Garage
The 80′s Matchbox B-Line Disaster – The Garage – 3 June 2010
Words and photo’s by Brendan Monteiro
The Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster might be a bit of a mouthful for most folk but a bit more than you bargain for is exactly what you get with this lot. As last minute sound checks are carried out the Garage is steadily filling it’s voids with an array of different fans. Earlier on Bad For Lazarus do their best psychedelic effort to get the party started. Their set is started with possibly one of the craziest introductions ever until Rich Fownes tackles the introductionist and gets things rolling. Rich Is a crazy blur of hair and guitar on the stage barking out like a schitzo on speed. It’s all very entertaining at first and praise has to be given, the way they keep up the energy is awe inspiring. However only parts of the crowd are involved in the lunacy while the rest seem unfazed by the antics on display, it’s clear they are here for one band only.
By the time the lights go out for the headliners I am adamant that no one could be more revved up for what was about to unfold than this very crowd, yet I was wrong! The band walk out and the look plastered on Guy McKnight’s face is scary as hell, he has the cold eyes of a shark and the prey is right there in front of him for the killing. He looks like he wants to tear the bloody room apart. He starts to compose himself then suddenly unleashes a ferocious attack with Monsieur Cutts to start the evening. It’s barely 30 seconds in and he’s already dispersed the photographers with just a look as he makes his way into an already raging pit. This is a band that takes no prisoners, that leaves their audience sweating and wanting more already after only one song. They have so much honest swagger and style and come more to life than there albums could ever imagine to encompass. Their groove rattles the soul and ignites your feet to dance.
The lights inside of the garage are the not my favourite aspect of this venue and tonight is no different as they fail half way through Love Turns To Hate, but even that can stop the McKnight from raging on. The Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster throw together one hell of a show, manifesting into a great beast of a band ready to destroy your sense and leave you frail,bedazzled and needing more.
