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Fat White Family & various offshoot bands (Moonlandingz, Insecure Men, Warmduscher, Pregoblin etc)

they look a bit like that, but if you just listen to it they sound like one of the more muscular C86 bands
the ones that get left out when people think what a C86 band might be.

I want to say The Wolfhounds - but The Wolfhounds were fucking ace...
 
apparently stilll are, having reformed it seems...
we can agree to disagree if you like, but this leaves that in the fucking dirt - lyrically, melodically, everything really.
I expect they dress better too although it was never their strong suit...

 
Tonight I saw Fat White Family support ESG as part of a local festival.

There's no denying that they are a decent band and that they've got some tunes. They do rock and it was a suitably intense experience - amps up to 11 etc.

However, the lead singer made a total bell-end of himself. It's a fine line between rock star and twat, and if it's too forced then you end up on the wrong side of the line. Throwing your mic-stand in the direction of some naïve-looking 17 year old girls isn't hardcore, it's fucking stupid. Also smashing a glass on the floor at the front of the floor - again basically where a bunch of teens are stood - is fucking stupid and it was done in a seemingly contrived rather than spontaneous way.

So I was left with a conflict between how good they were and what a cunt he was.

Oh, then ESG totally blew them off-stage.
 
I love the Throbbing Gristle homage record cover.

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eh? what, now? That's going to piss my mate off - he was due to put them on in preston and it'd likely be the only gig this year that he made money on...
 
I've read the start and end of this thread twice now, not much of the middle, and I still don't know what to conclude. Either I've missed some twist where all the unpleasant stuff at the beginning turned out to be made up, or it seems that if you like them then you just turn a blind eye to all of that. Is that right?
 
Their music's good but I've never seen anyone trying so hard to shock and not doing it very well as the lead singer. A total bellend wipe.
 
I've read the start and end of this thread twice now, not much of the middle, and I still don't know what to conclude. Either I've missed some twist where all the unpleasant stuff at the beginning turned out to be made up, or it seems that if you like them then you just turn a blind eye to all of that. Is that right?

That's about the size of it.
 
Very entertaining review here.

Tonight Fat White Family remind us that rock ‘n’ rock just about still exists – as a concept, a lifestyle, an anti-authoritarian philosophy. It’s easy to feel that the marketing men who have sucked the blood out of NME and replaced the ancient pagan fuckfests of olde England with Jo Whiley spaffing over some stage school dobber live on the red button have indeed won the war. Clearly rock music is in its dying days as we slip into a cycle of repeated ideas with diminishing returns, but the pulse-beat is nevertheless still there beneath Fat White’s translucent skin.

One arrives at a gig like this with preconceptions and doubts. Because, yes, I’ve seen Black Sabbath. Hell, I’ve drunk Ozzy’s wine, smoked his tabs and shot his guns. I’ve witnessed Iggy in full flight, watched The Fall at close quarters, seen LA with Jane’s Addiction. I’ve danced to Fugazi in DC. I namedrop these only because Fat White Family match all of the above. They are just as dangerous, just as heavy. Often I pity the teenagers of today, forever having to listen to old bores bang on about these greats; not tonight though. Tonight young bucks and old gig-goers are united by a sense they are seeing something unnerving and rare.
A fifty year old friend – a soundman who spends half of every year on tour and is friend of many a fried psychonaut – admits to being “scared and confused.” He says that were the venue seated, he would have ripped them up and thrown them stagewards, just like the outraged fans who watched Bill Haley in Rock Around The Clock back in 1956. He reckons the Fat Whites are “definitely a bunch of cunts” and he hasn’t felt this threatened at a gig in a long time. Who wouldn’t want to see a band described this way?
The violent death of rock music by Ben Myers / In Depth // Drowned In Sound
 
They played here at the weekend, refused to go on without a bottle of tequila, then shorted the electrics on stage by throwing beer around. Rock & Roll.

It kind of reminds me of what John McEnroe does these days - exhibition matches which always include a 'you can not be serious' rant at the umpire at an appropriate time - except if you got in someone else in a McEnroe wig to do it.
 
I'm sure theyre very exciting, although I must say all the people I've seen get excited about them so far have been middle aged men. I'm not sure if I trust middle aged men to correctly identify the future (or 'end') of rock & roll.
 
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