![]() Insect Repellent sounds ferocious while Still Second Rate is a satisfyingly merciless slice of sneering punk-rock. With Holly thrashing around the stage and David going hell-for-leather the Eggs put in a set that crackles with the energy and immediacy we’ve all been missing. If you’re under 30 you might not be familiar with the oversized nappy-wearing green duck but the resemblance was uncanny. The latter segues into recent single I, Moron David using effects to make his backing vocals sound like “a mutant Orville”. Wiggy Giggy feels particularly euphoric while an explosive Magic Onion has me doing some sly air drumming. ![]() “Last night was weird” Holly tells us referring to the band’s first gig in about a million years, “but tonight feels like home”. It’s a suburb in Leeds but I wasn’t in attendance (then again, maybe I was). Rumour has it, they tell us, that if you can remember the Gipton Wood gig then you probably weren’t there. Holly asks if the immortal Gipton Wood Massive are in the house but there aren’t many to be seen. The Lovely Eggs have a great way of bringing people together and tonight is certainly no exception I look around the room to see people smiling, dancing and soaking up every ecstatic moment. It’s an album they’ve waited a long time to share with us live. ![]() Both tracks are pulled from last years stupendous I Am Moron LP. We’re eased into the set with psychedelic earworm Long Stem Carnations before they blast into a fully-fierce, This Decision. Yes, it’s an incredibly weird and somewhat uncertain time but what better band to get us back into the swing of things than The Lovely Eggs? Married couple Holly Ross and David Blackwell put every single ounce of love they have into this band and that uncontrived passion really shines through. For the uninitiated, The Lovely Eggs are a psych-punk duo from Lancaster with surrealist humour and DIY spirit to spare. I first saw the Eggs live when they played the old pool room here at the Brudenell in 2015 their reputation as a bloody brilliant live act has grown with every year. My excitement levels hit fever-pitch as The Lovely Eggs make their way to the stage. On the one hand it feels kinda strange to be back in a room with so many people, on the other hand it’s far too exciting for words. “You could have Gary Barlow burping his own name for 15 fucking minutes” explains the sweary poet laureate as he points out how starved of entertainment we’ve been, “and you’d still lose your shit”. I laughed, I cried, I even bought a book (in which Thick Richard lovingly inscribed the words, ‘go fuck yourself’). Unexpected detours find him vehemently bemoaning the lazy trains on the mythical island of Sodor and the death of Morrissey’s immortal soul (“the first of the gang to die who didn’t actually die”). Sipping from cans of beer pulled from a sports bag, Richard spills his vitriolic guts all over the stage with tales of incontinent bus drivers, dead rock stars and aging ravers. The foul-mouthed Mancunian has been hard at it since 1999 and supported the likes of Kate Tempest and The Fall with his harsh, obscenely funny performance poetry. They seem genuinely over the moon to be here and that feeling is most certainly mutual.ĭavid and Holly’s tradition of bringing alternative poetry to the masses continues with the arrival of the writer, performer and poet Thick Richard. The hairs on the back of my neck stand on edge when they launch into their first double drum assault: elevating the joyously noisy bombardment into the stratosphere. The Brighten-based duo combine synths and frazzled electronica with reverb-heavy vocals and motorik beats. As a long-term regular at the Brudenell, it’s a real spine-tingling moment to be stood in this room again. ![]() We’re only a couple of minutes into the duos set and I already feel like this is some kind of homecoming. It starts with a wall of drones and I can feel something stirring as synth-rock duo AK/DKlaunch into their propulsive set. The excitement is tangible as I make my way to my usual spot in the Brudenell and await tonight’s first act. With a couple of hours rest in-between I head back to the iconic venue to catch Lancaster’s finest, The Lovely Eggs. Tonight’s Lovely Eggs show would have been my first restriction-free gig in around 16 months but I’ve actually been at the Brudenell this afternoon to watch ska-punk nutjobs, Nutty Skunk. I’ve been to a couple of seated/ socially distanced gigs but this feels significantly different. Words can’t express quite how much I’ve missed live music. What once seemed like an everyday occurrence is now filled with a heightened sense of excitement and, yes, even a few nerves. It’s nearly 8pm and I’m heading off to The Brudenell Social Club to watch a few bands.
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