Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster : Brighton Concorde 2
...that pasty white skeletal torso soundtracked by gothabilly surf guitars that would make the Beach Boys spit blood...
As Xmas shindigs go, this is one seasonal orgy you definitely wouldn’t want to take your 7-year-old nephew to – unless you want to bring down the wrath of Social Services, that is. Because this is Seaside Psychosis, hosted by mother-fixated n’er do wells TEMBD as a Xmas gift to their hookertastic home crowd.
Entering to the last known copy of skunk rock dolts Campag Velocet’s ‘Bon Chic Bon Genre’, Guy McKnight, dressed as an eyelinered bondage Santa, gets a rapturous anti-hero’s welcome. But his Christmastime garb is soon thrown to the chilly beachfront wind after a deranged rendering ot ‘Morning Has Broken’. Instead we’re ‘treated’ to the sight of that pasty white skeletal torso soundtracked by gothabilly surf guitars that would make the Beach Boys spit blood. In the twanging of a guitar string, Guy becomes a ravaged dinosaur of glitch-grind-metal; gurning, twitching, blowing kisses and staring into the middle distance like a drooling loon. When he howls, “all you people can come to my home”, on ‘Presidential Wave’ he obviously really means it. The question is would anyone want to?
But while Guy does his electroshock therapy dance, there’s a guitar attack going on of such proportions that George Bush is probably taking notes for his next bombing raid. Not losing touch with the festive spirit once throughout the night, the singer wishes the audience a “Merry… down cider”. Especially at this time of year it’s nice to see where a band’s priorities lie.