Greetings dear readers & all you salivating Dandy Dogs.It seems like many a moon since we last spoke of all things Presley, so what better excuse than the launch party for the new album?
The last time we came to watch Devilish Presley at this venue was way back in December & what a nightmare we had. Battling through heavy snow & blizzard like conditions, it took us a full ten hours to reach the place.
Not so on this balmy spring eve. 'Twas a real pleasurable drive, although we did get the odd touch of the heebeegeebees every time we passed a certain spot where we recalled being stuck in hellish conditions for hours on end.
So it was a real good vibe when we saw Jacqui & Johnny taking our cultural & spiritual leader 'Withnail' for an early evening stroll.
|I annoint thee with my geetar|
Talented though they were, we had come for the main event & as ever the mighty Devilish Presley did not disappoint.
Tonight they appeared to go for the jugular. Ms Vixens voice was at its blood curdling best, spewing forth the verbs like a pack of hounds with the scent of blood in its nostrils.
Mr Johnny Navarro (aka Ming the Merciless) has now handed over all lead vocal duties to Ms Vixen, thus allowing himself a free reign to explore the stage.
......& explore the stage he does, in no uncertain terms. He is hither & thither like a whirling dervish. One moment he is laid on his back, the next climbing any piece of apparatus to gain a vantage point. He jumps into the audience & annoints our heads with his guitar, then he's back on stage using his fan to cool down the heaving pendulous bosom of a poor young girl who must have fallen into a swoon at the very sight of his antics.
The only problem I have with these Devilish Presley gigs, is that they don't seem to last long enough. I guess time does fly when you're enjoying yourself.
As another evening of Devilish Presley hi-jinx drew to a close, it was hugs all round as we bade our fare thee wells to the Mighty Devilish Presley & friends. Also a special hello to the good people of Colchester who have dubbed us the 'Pontefract nutters' in light of our recent exploits. (Though we do prefer the term 'space cadets', it does add a touch of glamour).
As Madame Tightpocket & myself made our way back to the car we knew our night was far from over, we had a couple of hundred miles of road to tackle as well as fighting off the sleep demon whilst driving.
However we did have the new Devilish Presley cd to keep us company. In short; it is magical, taking their songwriting to another level yet, but more of that in a later blog.
|Aah, Mr Johnson, your guitar is ready.|