Flash Tightpocket: PINK CIGAR

Camden Enterprize: 6-8-11
Greetings my dears & welcome to another & I hope, one of many more posts on the deliciously groovy; Pink Cigar.
Now the bread knife & me had hoped to catch these boys on both the 5th & the 6th & we booked our hotel & transport correspondingly. So it was with much chagrin & gritting of teeth when we found out Fridays show in Brixton was cancelled due to the venue not having a licence. The words 'incompetent' & 'tossers' spring immediately to mind.

So, on the Friday night, Madame Tightpocket & myself were left to our own devices. We couldn't find a gig to go to, so decided a trip to the Criterion theatre in Piccadilly, to see 'the 39 steps' was the way to go. Thoroughly enjoyable though it was; in comparison to Saturday nights entertainment it came close, but alas, no cigar! (Do you see what I did there? No cigar? Pink Cigar? Oooh please yourselves).

My dears, you'll have to excuse my overloading of this blog post with an abundance of photographs, but I just couldn't make my mind up. So if you have enough free time on your hands, trawl through 'em, make your own mind up, then nick, nab & snaffle any that take your Sid & Nancy.

When Saturday night finally arrived, the bread knife & me were buzzing with anticipation at the thought of catching these boys again, so we got down to the Enterprize at about 8ish & indulged ourselves in the odd libation prior to their taking to the boards.
However things were not exactly as they seemed. Pink Cigar were thoroughly noticeable by their abscence & Madame Tightpocket & myself were beginning to sweat like a fat lass overdosing on chips. For t'would have been a sin & a shame to have missed them on two consecutive evenings.
Thankfully our fears were unfounded, for the boys from the Cigar turned up fashionably late in a flourish of hair, leopardskin pants & with singer Sharkie trying to convince anyone who would listen, how his new rubber strides enhanced his, for the want of a better way of putting it, his prospects.

Having done a little bit of homework on these boys since we first caught 'em, I found out they'd played with former London Cowboys sub-legend Steve Dior, & I have to say, you can tell how the influence has rubbed off. Though these fellas seem to have taken it to another level.
For dear reader, do not be fooled, though they may only be a young band, they play with a maturity far, far in advance of their tender years.
It only took a few bars of their first song to make us realise that our whole trip had been worthwhile. The name of the song does escape me, they told me after the show, but didn't take into account, my chimpanzee like attention to detail.

Though the whole upstairs concert area was sparseley populated & can only be deemed as 'a bit of a toilet', the boys from the Cigar gave one hell of a show, tighter than a gnats chuff & with a degree of professionalism that is second to none. They lurched & crashed from one classic to another. But dear people of London, wherefore art thou?

For it does appear that you have become a little too 'fat on the hog' where the boys from the 'huge pink stogie' are concerned. In my experience it would be deemed wise to make the most of this band while you can. Whereupon it is a huge military undertaking for Madame Tightpocket & myself to attend such a soiree; I fear it is a mere tube journey for your goodselves. In short, 'you don't know you're bleedin born'.
Please don't come crying to your old mate Flash Tightpocket when they've absconded to the West Indies to record their bloated rock opera & their gigs are no longer commonplace.

For make no bones my dears, they are destined for the heights. You see, your old mate Flash Tightpocket has form where things like this are concerned. I can pick out a winner from miles away. Now do yourselves a monster favour & book a date in your diary. On the 10th of September, the boys from the Cigar will be playing Esquires in Bedford With none other than the Heavy Metal Kids. Promising to be one hell of an evening.