Ballbag
O'Dwyer's, Balbriggan, 18/03/00

gym slip...
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agent alberto ballsam's lonely hearts club band

Another gym slip... gig in Balbriggan, another surrounding session and vibe to report upon. As the gym slappers clocked up Gig #4, their motley assortment of backline crew and hangers on joined them in creating another drinking occassion of brutaholic proportions.

It began with O'Connor relaying tales of teenage bowldness in the X_Mobile, hopping out of the vehicle in Graigue to check on the damage done to his tyres following a spinning incline start. After a car wash, and Dave's relentless abuse of careless yuppy fuckers using mobile phones ON the forecourt, the three zoomed up the motorway to Clondalkin. More hapless drivers fell foul of the cruel driver's tongue, as Binocular Dave pointed out the goons long before they reached them. Mr. Meade provided the soundtrack for the road trip - Duran Duran, U2, David Bowie and The Gathering. The theme tune was invariably "The Chauffer". In Balbriggan, whilst waiting for food, the accountant bounder revealed his super hero alter ego for the day - Agent Alberto Ballsam - and suggested that the other 2 do the same. He would be more than capably deputised by Trowel Ready Murt and O'Connor's double - Wing Commander PressOnTowels. After dining on the beach, with sand and vinegar-soaked bags, the three booted out to the Club, where Enda milled about. On his advice, they vamoosed, and conspired to purchase a football. They displayed some silken skills in the car park, before a lack of control on the part of both Meade and O'Connor led to said football bouncing merrily over a stone wall into the small river. Having observed said football making its way slowly down towards the sea, and the waiting quagmired O'Connor, all present gasped in horror as said football lodged itself behind some nasty rocks, refusing to budge. X_ual took it upon himself to hop into the river, balancing carefully on rocks, and retrieving said football.

Back at O'Dwyer's, the three travellers took their silky skills onto the pitch, with young Meade busily recreating "Mexico 86" nets on the G.A.A. goalposts. What followed was a prolonged period of hopeless misses and some inspired goalkeeping - Meade The Younger would loudly inform Aldo Marini that he "still had it", and bellowed roars of "GET OUTTT!!" and "KEEEEEEPER!!" were soon echoing around the empty stadium. Eventually, O'Rourke managed to put one past the glue-handed goalkeeper, tearing off on a short legged Gordon Strachan too-small-to-get-over-the-advertising-boarding celebration. The others drifted up shortly after, showing little enthusiasm for sports of any kind that didn't involve alcohol. Young Meade then excelled in the inaugral Poonahni Cup penalty shoot-out, which saw Murt and O'Connor outdoing each other in terms of inept spot kicks. Despite two marvellous early scores by the former, the game ran into extended sudden death, with neither player able to outfox Meade between the sticks. In the end, it was O'Connor who blasted home the winner, picking up the keys to the X_Mobile as his prize. Not for the first time, a heavily-stained Murt questioned the intelligence of his wearing all-white costumes. Dave and O'Connor discovered similar filth issues, and speedily drove back into the town for deoderant, headache remedies, and new t-shirts. There was success on all but the last front.

With all the gear assembled, and gym slip... about to soundcheck - nervously, considering the marvellous events which followed their last soundcheck, - Babar placed some coloured sponges over the spotlights, creating a marvellously ambient atmosphere. Unfortunately, it also created a cloud of acrid smoke, as the bastard things caught fire. Soon enough, the venue began to fill, and Wad took to the stage in a hearty display of d.j.ing. At approximately nine p.m., gym slip... ambled onstage, tearing into their signature intro, the first few bars of Biohazard's "Punishment". From here on in, it was a glorious showing of high-kicking, sweaty aggression, and marvellous tunes. The four pups earned a reasonable response from the assembled crowd, and fell offstage in exhausted happy heaps. Next up were stoner metal locals Henge, who suffered considerably through not having a vocalist. Coupled with an ear-splitting volume, and some severe instrument problems, the three-pieces's few genuinely good riffing moments were lost in a sea of distorted noises. They also took the time to call out their respect to our slip-pery heroes, and in particular, "mad" guitarist Jimmy. Cheers!! Tri-Kaya were officially "twisted" by the time they were due onstage, and launched into their set, mixing some choice covers with a handful of their own creations. "Full Circle" included, needless to say. Jimmy slouched up for a run through Jackbeast's "Scrape #8" (prompting those who had been at Charlies that evening, with or without slings, to schedule a search through their vinyl for that seven inch), and also Tool's "H". The drummers from gym slip... and Henge then joined Enda and second percussionist Joey for the now-mandatory "Kaiowas". And fuck me sideways with a chocolate eclair if it wasn't just as good as that memorable video performance in Cryptic. The crowd were in full accordance.

With Wad on the decks, mixing up hardcore gabba with Cypress Hill and The Beatles, the boys got the full-time boozing under way. Colie had showed up, and was questioned about Naul Underground Airport. Dave slipped back into Bad Thwarter Medicine mode, a stance long since missed. Murt and O'Connor portrayed the transforming abilities of their Transformer alter egos - Tabletron and Hobbletron respectively. One driving lesson later, it was out onto the coast road, where the three travellers chilled under the protective glare of Ardgillan Castle. Back in the 'Rothery, O'Connor dozed off in the car as the others lashed into more beer. Billy The Bear came in for some ridiculous abuse, and there was much adding on. As dawn shuffled around, Savage rose from his slumber, dragging away the other two twats, and setting off on the long journey home. Tired heads meant that there still is no fantastic drinking reunion in Straffan to speak of. Instead, Murt dribbled away about his malfunctioning eyes, and put forward his proposals for a new puter game, Pigeonfighter II. Bed was very much in order, and there were no goalscoring exploits undertaken by the X_Mobile this time...

Setlist :

  • intro
  • fudge
  • den : i know
  • epic
  • le song de floody
  • pigz
  • logo
  • pain & celibacy
  • le song de murt
  • nua
  • tom (extension) / no rules (just alcohol)


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