I was thinking today about the last band I saw live. I had to wrack my brain, but am pretty sure that it was Custard. They did a 10-year reunion show just off Oxford Street - I really liked their music when it was released and used to have a "We Have the Technology" poster on my bedroom wardrobe. A friend from uni was a die-hard fan and when she offered me a chance to buy her spare ticket I jumped at the chance and attended with a couple of other uni friends.
The first thing that hit me was that the crowd had aged and matured, all except for the one twat front row center who was spilling his drinks and getting in everyone's way. The venue was quite small and would not have fitted in more than a few hundred people. It was apparent that the people who were there were true fans and most knew all the songs.
Dave McCormack came out to an almighty roar. He was not as shinny as I had remembered him but hten again, none of us are. Custard played a prety comprehensive set list and played all the hits with the exception of "inner West Girls". Nonetheless it was a rocking night and I had no voicebox left by the end of it. Now I'm hoping Machine Gun Fellatio reform for a 10-year reunion - I miss you Pinky!
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