Uplandish Underground Undertaking.
Battle of the Bands was a roaring success. Period.
Everything about it was
purrrfect. The Bands were awesome. The technicals were accurate. The audience was lovely. And the MC's, boy were they cool or what. (heehee.)
A nod to the organizers Liza and Khalid for working their bums off for this. (Especially Khalid, who not only had a sore bum afterwards but also a sore throat, having screamed and shouted in fury during the ill-paced rehearsals.)
The victors were a senior band called
NVB (no vision boys). An all black-outfit bunch that performed Swing-swing and Highway Star. And whose singer (the great Apu) looked totally
in his scene. (Read: Crazy, Drunk and High). They really had showmanship; One of their guitarists came on stage with a huge ridiculous-but-no-doubt-very-hip wig. A real spectacle.
Second came an almost all-girl band called
Bleach with the organizers Liza and Khalid on guitars. And our lovely SC Vice President Nadiahtaj on drums (who incidently won best musician. which not everyone found acceptable. way to go, taj!)
In third place was
Ze Flying Walrus who performed an excellent rendition of
Muse's Time is Running Out.
The other bands were very very good as well, like
Bulat (the band formerly known as equinoxx; formerly known as WC) whose frontman won best vocals. Then there was the electrifying Pillow Fighters whose performance of Cake's I will survive, Stroke's 12.51 and Foo Fighter's Times Like These really won the crowd. Even their lead vocals looked and sounded sufficiently stoned for the part.
Oh, and then there was the staff band called
The Real Stuff (Or wassit The Right Stuff?) made up of the Dining Hall crew. They were seriously very strong contenders, and probably would've won something if the majority of the judges understood any BM (Mr. Fellender, Mrs Parker's husband
uhm Mr Parker, Mr Dant and two members of the
specially invited Jeapordize band.)
The not-underground-not-yet-mainstream
Jeapordize delighted us with two beauitiful songs whose names I can hardly remember. One of them was called My Girl I think. These guys are just oozing with potential. Look out for them in a record store near you. :)
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Housetrips should be over by now. Mine was enthralling. Glad I went. I hope everyone felt the same way. Enjoy the rest of your holidays. Or your time,
in miserly frozen London. :D