Snotnosed aka Pisshole Surfers (a tribute to The Hanatarashi/Hanatarash) Live Shit Action 0,000,001 @ The Chillingham Arms, Heaton, Newcastle. Due to electronic problems (or excesses) Snotnosed faced an early hitch with their electronic equipment. As a result, they were forced to rely on "acoustic" instruments, such as Glass, sheets of metal, a large metal bin, crockery, Junk and a large slegehammer! (In hindsight the lack of electronics was probably a blessing, as it forced them to work twice as hard at causing as much damage to the venue, themselves and everyone else in it). Unphased by the lack of electronics, after a few largely unintelligable words were shouted (It sounded like it could have been "fuck all noise musicians, we are Disco Pop!", or something like that) the fun and games began. Within minutes the guitars was smashed in half, and glass and metal was flying everywhere, creating a carpet of smashed junk in the small upstairs room, all conducted to the soundtrack of amplified destruction and ear piercing feedback. Throughout the performance one member (sporting a mask of some kind, which looked like something a diver in an old sci fi might wear) spent most of the show in the background making a racket with whatever junk he could lay his hands on to smash, whilst the other perched himself in the centre of the small room, causing as much chaos and damage as possible with the sledgehammer (the venues lighting, and floor/roof of the main room seemed to be firm favourites). It's hard to describe how insane the whole thing looked at this point, and it can only partly be illustrated by the fact that one member had his foot broken in three places by a flying turntable threw by the other member........... and failed to realise. In what seemed like a few minutes later the destruction and madness drew to a close, with Snotnosed taking a bow. Seconds later, following the shout of encore! They were at it again, amps were randomley hurled around, the sledgehammer was put to further good use, and to top it all off nicely, they finished up by having one member dive head first into a bin full on junk, and the pouring it over his head. Another bow and it was all over. The lights came on to reveal a sea of glass and metal junk, a whole load of smashed equiptment, a less than happy looking club owner, a broken foot, puzzled/shocked faces, and quite a few ringing ears. This was everything you you could ask for from a tribute to The Hanatarashi. No stupid arty attitude, just great fun, senseless destruction and absolute madness! Dean Glaister. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Everything you'll ever need on one web page from News and Sport to Email and Music Charts http://uk.my.yahoo.com