I know who killed…the Zutons
(It wasn’t the Klingons!)
Saturday night I went to see the Zutons at the Ambassador-theatre. This old cinema reminded me a bit of the Cirque Royal in Brussels. The acoustics were great although the place could do with a bit of a revamp. Opening act were Dublin-based The Urges.
Before the Zutons beamed down from their ship (that was cloaked in orbit) onto the stage, they sent a reconnaissance-team called The Urges, to establish the mood of the public. This Dublin-born species fired Zutonesque music at the stupified audience: a sort of early Kinks with an edge. The away-teams leader reminded me of Doors-frontman Jim Morrison at times. He apparently hadn’t digested the transport, which resulted in a sort of a disequilibrium. It might also have been the use of Klingon bloodwine and illegal substances that triggered this phenomenon, but the ships log was inconclusive on this. The Urges bombarded the public for about 45 minutes, finding their adversaries a though nut to crack. By the end of their away-mission, however, they had won the crowd over and the approximately 500 attendees were ready to open negotiations with the Zutons themselves.
There was a malfunction during transport, and saxophonist Abi Harding failed to materialize. The band encountered similar problems during their previous visit, when an engagement with the people of the Olympia Theatre had to be ceased, due to radiation illness of the drummer. Captain Dave McCabius Kirk ordered his team to proceed without Abi this time and started of by giving the public the Zutonfever. After this first attack the band started working on the publics Pressurepoints and spread Confusion. After about an hour the ultimatum came: You will, you won’t? You do, you don’t? We did…
Mr. Data reported that the Zutons has performed well within normal parameters.
(It wasn’t the Klingons!)
Saturday night I went to see the Zutons at the Ambassador-theatre. This old cinema reminded me a bit of the Cirque Royal in Brussels. The acoustics were great although the place could do with a bit of a revamp. Opening act were Dublin-based The Urges.
Before the Zutons beamed down from their ship (that was cloaked in orbit) onto the stage, they sent a reconnaissance-team called The Urges, to establish the mood of the public. This Dublin-born species fired Zutonesque music at the stupified audience: a sort of early Kinks with an edge. The away-teams leader reminded me of Doors-frontman Jim Morrison at times. He apparently hadn’t digested the transport, which resulted in a sort of a disequilibrium. It might also have been the use of Klingon bloodwine and illegal substances that triggered this phenomenon, but the ships log was inconclusive on this. The Urges bombarded the public for about 45 minutes, finding their adversaries a though nut to crack. By the end of their away-mission, however, they had won the crowd over and the approximately 500 attendees were ready to open negotiations with the Zutons themselves.
There was a malfunction during transport, and saxophonist Abi Harding failed to materialize. The band encountered similar problems during their previous visit, when an engagement with the people of the Olympia Theatre had to be ceased, due to radiation illness of the drummer. Captain Dave McCabius Kirk ordered his team to proceed without Abi this time and started of by giving the public the Zutonfever. After this first attack the band started working on the publics Pressurepoints and spread Confusion. After about an hour the ultimatum came: You will, you won’t? You do, you don’t? We did…
Mr. Data reported that the Zutons has performed well within normal parameters.
