Rightn so this weekend was a hell of a lot of fun, I think my body is seriously paying for it, by en large I can blame the Stag and hounds for putting on too many ace bands especially on the Saturday. but lets start with the Friday, which saw an absolutely cracking set from one of Bristols true punk rock Queens Rita Lynch. delivering an absolutely scintillating set with full on songs about her own personal demons, sex, drugs and religion.

I got to shout Hell Yeah a lot with Baths brilliantly comic garage rockers Dynamite Pussy Club.

I also got to play the human mic stand and join in with The Backhand Jags fronted by the ever irrepressible Dave Artscare. Dave is in every way an unforgettable personality the Spirit of a 12 year old locked in a 40 something body, so much enthusiasm. Plus also the Backhand Jags are the only that state that they are a rip off band.

Upstairs boasted impressive sets from skiffled folkie type Nicholson Heal

Saturday, well there was too many good things about Saturdays free for all for me to possibly list them all, so lets start with mentioning Big Joan’s cold cacophonous post punk rumbling headline set, which was absolutely thrilling, built on full on tension.

One of my favourite bands the St Pierre Snake Invasion were in fine fiery form, fronted by the heartily opinionated front man delivered a very cutting set of deeply cutting yet down right hysterical songs. Taking on the subjects of the music industry, the Savilgate investigation, The Only Way Is Essex and Asphixiwank accidents. They are Bristols answer to Mclusky/Future Of The Left.

There was also stearling performances from post rockers Memory of Elephants, Cathodes and Iran Iran all of which had my Jaws dropped on the ground.

There was also the theatrical hilarity of Satan’s Buttcheeks, Ive never seen so many so many bodies wearing togas and covered in Body paint singing songs like I’m Evil Super Dooper Evil. And the Disfavoured Party who brought Queen style high jinks with operatic vocals and silly billy story telling.

Sunday saw me feeling sorry for myself because of the late night I had had and feeling coldy but still I mananged to drag my body out to the Thekla to see my friends Oh Captive who were opening up for the Hype Theory, delivering Rival Schools style emotive rock. 

The Hype Theory, well you can make an obvious comparison to Paramore, but they did deliver some well crafted songs.