JIM JONES REVUE.

York Fibbers. 20-4-2012.

Oooh, 'twas indeed a monster birthday bash to remember. That is, if I could remember it all!
 Y'see not only was it my birthday bash, it was Maccas Mrs, Liannes' birthday & also that of young Miss Burns. Now a lot of these people I hadn't seen for around 20 years, so it was extremely heartwarming to see that not one of 'em has changed a bit, both in looks & in the fact that they're all still wasted into Rock'n'roll. 'Tim you still look great'.
 So it was, we all descended upon the beautiful, ancient city of York. For the benefit of our American observers that's 'Old York'.

From the 'Roman baths' to the most haunted 'The Fleece', the golden throat charmer was in much abundance, & yay it was a non stop amber flow!
Such was the great time being had by all, catching up with everyone, it seemed like the last 20 years hadn't really happened, it almost seemed a shame to leave the boozer & go to see the band!
 Having missed the support band we arrived in Fibbers just in time for a pint before the Jim Jones Revue hit the boards.

 If you hadn't been looking in the general direction of the stage you'd have sworn there was someone at the other end of the room playing records. This has to be the quietest gig I've ever been to! 
 There was only one thing for it. To remedy the situation, with camera in hand I made my way to the front & that's when the full force of the Jim Jones Revue hits you between the eyes. 
There aren't too many bands around who can take a tried & tested formula & make it sound so goddamn fresh, so exciting & so bloody new. The Jim Jones Revue do all of these things in abundance & then some more, with a bloody big cherry on top.

What I did find a little strange though, is how polite & laid back the audience was, almost to the point of being laid down. At one point, as I was moving around trying to get a shot I was tapped on the shoulder by a gentleman who stated, that I had momentarily moved across his girlfriends line of vision & that she couldn't see!! Now I'm no student of anatomy, but surely a slight tilt of the head would have remedied the situation. Layyyzeeee! What on earth has happened to the wild chaos which used to grace stage front & centre at Rock'n'roll shows? It appears everyone has turned into whining, bedwetting, fucking maggots.
The Jim Jones Revue deserve so much more!
                                         WHINGE OVER!
 The Jim Jones Revue, deliver a large portion of undiluted, belligerent, Rock'n'roll din, putting every ounce of their being into every performance. It ain't soaked in blood, but it sure is soaked in sweat & boy does it work!

After one hell of a blistering show from JJR, it was back to the bar for me & my merry cohorts. This was where things started to get a little messy. There are tales of people harrassing members of the band, me getting into a real strop with the dj because he wouldn't play the 'Replacements' & me again, getting us thrown out of the Stone Roses bar (no great loss there) for using the ladies toilets!! Hmm maybe I shouldn't have imparted that last little snippet of information. It makes me sound like some kind of ladies toilet loitering wierdo. Well believe me; those days are over, I haven't been arrested for that in years!!!!!
 Now where was I?... Oh yes! Puking! Much puking did ensue, along with the gorging & the rogering, well maybe the rogering part was in my head. I do recall barfing in the middle of the road, but doing so with such grace & finesse so as to avoid staining & damaging the lustre of my latest pair of Jefferey Wests!! You just can't buy class like that!

Many many thanks to Macca & Lianne for putting me up for the night & to the mighty Jim Jones Revue for providing the soundtrack to one of the best birthday bashes I've had in years. Gawd bless you!

Chin chin my dears. XX.