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So eventually, i did go and watch The Ordinary Boys perform at the Bournemouth International Centre. After much valued advice from Wandi Math-Rock Dynamite n the Hot Rod himself, i splashed out 13pounds and deprived myself of a third visit to London. Well, to those who havent heard of them, so havent i! Well they were the only recognisable act to be performing in my hometown of Bournemouth. (and also desperately trying to go to a substitute concert after pawning away my KOC tix). Alas, i guess it wouldnt have measured up to the KOC gig. Apparently their massive hit is 'Boys will be Boys' and one of their members is starring in the British show 'Celebrity Big Brother'. The concert supposed to start at 7.30pm, with 2 opening acts, but i arrived late. I have to admit, walking along one of the unfamiliar lanes alone after magrib sure gave me the creeps, forever turning my back n check blind-spot to see anyone tailing me. But eventually i arrived at the BIC where there were plenty of indie kids, and the real fashizzle Anglo-Saxon Punks (tho the one i saw was prob a married couple in their 40s in their tight denim jackets n a can of lager).

I managed to catch the second opening act, this band called The Automatics. I was only impressed by one thing abt this band : their keyboardist, who was also the backing vocals, was hyperly overly over, even prob outshining the main singer cum bassist. I mean, he was like so shiok sendiri, his keyboard parts were mere simple tapping notes, but the way he was gyrating n shaking his head, as if they were playing Rancid or sumtin. But in actual fact, their music was more britpop, at times trying to be faux-emo. He was like so freakin over, he really believed that the crowd paid to watch them instead of The Ordinary Boys. Delusional mad sailor. Even after their 30mins performance, tat same keyboardist was walking ard the hall n tryin to act low-profile n slouched n his eyes looked left n right, to like avoid paparazzis, when in actual fact, not one 14year old girl recognised who the bloody hell he was. This guy was prob a crony of the band, and out of sympathy, let him join in the act n gave him at least sumtin to do like hittin the keyboards.

Oh yea, the seats tat i paid for, the cheapest was for balcony seats. So i was seated at the top. Apparently, the standing (n more ex tix) were sold out. So eager beaver lah these fellow Bournies to see 'em. From the top, i can imagine exactly wat the crowd saw at the Indoor stadia for the Franz Ferdinand magical tour. The crowd below looked kinda wild tho. All big sized, i would have been pummelled to a pulp by 'em. The pushing looked pretty violent too, at a lot of times, bottles were randomly missiled from the crowd, either onto the stage or themselves.

So the Bhouys, supposed to play at 9.30pm, came out at 9.15pm instead. Which was good. So i tink the only tune tat I knew was tat Boys will be boys. Other than tat, i was juz swirling my head ard, trying to enjoy the music n not look too stiff, being the only single n coloured dude around. Lucky the crowd up here lesser n very relaxed, 'cept when i suddenly heard a THUMP n my chair shooked, saw this white-boy passing out at the aisle. Drunked out or sumtin. Dey, u cant hold a drink like the Tamil tigers man. But the saving grace, I was very much impressed by the sound system, which was massive. They even managed to put in echo on the mics for specific parts of the songs, which i found cool, his voice trailing off when he's off the mic. And the lighting was impressive too, choreographed neatly with the tune of the muzak, and those kinda 'radio-led' lights tat moved along wit the groove of the music.

So i'd say these Ordinary Boys (which according to drummerhead wandi, name sounded like a boy band) played, mostly britpop stuffs, wif a tinge of dancehall and ska. Apparently some people know them more as a ska band, but i certainly didnt get the impression they're a full-blown ska band fron the concert. Their last song was nice, tho i didnt get the title. They said tat they didnt bring along their brass section, so asked the crowd to shout "PA-RAM-PAM-PAM" (no reference to da legend Param ok). Now this was a gig, which bloody hell i didnt understand a word of the vocalist's stage banters, pekat lah their accent. Tho i did understand when he chidded the security people in front of the stage of manhandling the poor rowdy kids at the front of the barrier. I lost count of the number of people they were pulling out of the crowd, over the barrier, most of 'em i assume due to hyperventilation.

Thankfully they ended at 10.30 instead of the scheduled 11.30. If not, i tink really must run home liao, u know lah, walking on the streets alone close to midnite at foreign land aint such a good idea. Eventually reached home at 11.10. If u wana sample their stuff, check out http://www.myspace.com/ordinaryboys

More pics for my lovely darlings creatures of the night and fellow Endless entities.


Hello ex-Q me, Sir, may i take a picture of ur horsey, i mean u and ur horsies???



Halo halo! Ex-Q me Hallo Mister Policeman! Hallo! Wait! Wait! Oh BLOODY BOLLOCKS!



Da Buckingham Palace. QueenDopeJam aint in oh kay. Her flag aint fashizzlin.



A midget guarding the palace. On this particular day, those familiar red-uniformed guards in bearskins werent working.



Where Aslan is chilling after Narnia.



Check out the priceless faces of death look on the guy to my left. Prob he was shocked to see the flash, thinking there's lightning underground.



Where the cool-cats are at. Welcome to Carnaby Street.



Where my Vans homies are at.



This pic's for u Yun. Da London hideout. But careful, each tee cost 30pounds, can buy 3 tees in S'pura.



Da X-Large Far East posse has set up shop in London.



So apparently, no need to flag down the train.



KILBURN!

So kids, i will be flying off to Dublin on Monday, the hometown of Guiness Stout. My broinlaw will there to catch In Flames n Sepultura. As for me, i guess juz chill out at the churches n gaols. More pics will come from Doooblin. And ive got to seriously practice my gaelic. Yiddish yaddish arck arck arck.