Canada, Eh? :: The Flatliners

“What kilometer per hour does this boat go, eh?” – Chris Cote (Kut U Up)

The Flatliners brand of ska-infused punk rock is one that’s really easy to get behind. Like many of the bands on Fat Wreck their music is really high energy and a lot of fun. Their success hasn’t come without hard work. Since forming in 2002, the Ontario-based foursome have garnered quite the fanbase. They’ve toured across North America and Europe relentlessly, releasing three albums in that time too.

Their latest record Cavalcade was released this past April and is a real tour de force. It’s no surprise that it’s vying for record of the year at a number of publications. Some might have thought it too clean, but it’s hard not to be won over by Chris Cresswell’s powerful, throaty vocals and the record’s sheer sense of urgency. Though many would beg to differ, for me, they’re a punk band with ska influences, not a ska-punk band. That distinction is very important.

The band have announced that they’re on their way back to the UK, and will be playing a host of shows in February next year. Along for the ride will be, Swansea punks, The Arteries and, Exeter’s own, OK Pilot. Before that they’ve got a run in their homeland with, fellow Canadians, Mockingbird Wish Me Luck, The Menzingers (who played with The Arteries just the other night) and, Moon & Back favorites, Fake Problems. Check out the dates below:

  • 9th Dec. – L’Agitee, Quebec City, Quebec, Canada w/Fake Problems, The Menzingers, Mockingbird Wish Me Luck
  • 10th Dec – Mavericks – Ottoawa City, Ontario, Canada w/Fake Problems, The Menzingers, Mockingbird Wish Me Luck
  • 11th Dec – Underworld – Montreal, QC, Canada w/Fake Problems, The Menzingers, Mockingbird Wish Me Luck
  • 13th Dec – The Red Dog – Peterborough, ON, Canada w/Fake Problems, The Menzingers, Mockingbird Wish Me Luck
  • 14th Dec – The Mansion – Barrie, ON, Canada w/Fake Problems, The Menzingers, Mockingbird Wish Me Luck
  • 15th Dec – The Schwaben – Kitchener, ON, Canada w/Fake Problems, The Menzingers, Mockingbird Wish Me Luck
  • 16th Dec – The Casbah – Hamilton, ON, Canada w/Fake Problems, The Menzingers, Mockingbird Wish Me Luck
  • 17th Dec – Sneaky Dee’s (19+) – Toronto, ON, Canada w/Fake Problems, The Menzingers, Mockingbird Wish Me Luck
  • 18th Dec – Sneaky Dee’s (All ages) – Toronto, ON, Canada w/Fake Problems, The Menzingers, Mockingbird Wish Me Luck
  • 27th Dec – House Of Blues – Boston, Massachusetts w/The Mighty Mighty Bosstones, H20
  • 2nd Feb – Bang Bar – Basingstoke, UK w/The Arteries, OK Pilot
  • 3rd Feb – The White Rabbit  – Plymouth, UK w/The Arteries, OK Pilot
  • 4th Feb – The Croft – Bristol, UK w/The Arteries, OK Pilot
  • 6th Feb – Speakeasy – Dublin, Ireland w/The Arteries, OK Pilot
  • 7th Feb – Hobo’s – Bridgend, UK w/The Arteries, OK Pilot
  • 8th Feb – TJ’s – Leeds, UK w/The Arteries, OK Pilot
  • 9th Feb – Night & Day – Manchester, UK w/The Arteries, OK Pilot
  • 10th Feb – The Crown – Middlesborough, UK w/The Arteries, OK Pilot
  • 11th Feb – The Gaff – London, UK w/The Arteries, OK Pilot

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Be sure to check out our Canadian friends Unrated Music too!

Gig Review :: The Chapman Family @ Masque Theatre, Liverpool – 10/11/10

Kingsley mid asphixiation. Possibly taking the Ian Curtis comparisons a tad too seriously.

Just over a year ago, The Moon and Back ran an article on Teeside post- punk outfit, The Chapman Family. Currently embarking on their largest UK tour to date, the band are louder, more confrontational and ever more relevant than they were not so long ago.

 By mid-day on the 10th of November 2010, the ‘peaceful’ protest against the Tories rise in tuition fees has descended into anarchy. The Conservative headquarters have already been destroyed, and the first of the protests fifty-seven arrests have been made.
 Meanwhile, back up the north. The Chapman Family quietly unload their van in preparation for their not even quarter full gig in Liverpool’s Masque Theatre. All of which is a rather morose commentary on the state of twenty -first century Britain. To make matters worse, little over a mile down the road, yet another American band so barren of substance, it physically hurts (Paramore) prepare to play to a 10,000 capacity crowd in one of the UK’s largest venues.
 As the day goes on, news coverage repeatedly regurgitates the story of the ‘anarchy’ outside the Tory headquarters, each version more dramatic than the last.  Adjectives such as ‘chaos’, ‘hostility’, ‘anger’ and ‘brutality’ are terms the media begin to force feed us until the story is so filtered it is beyond the point of truth. However, these same adjectives could so very easily be applied to The Chapman Family’s entire performance that same evening.
 Taking to the stage amongst an ear bleeding drone of distortion and feedback, the band storm into forthcoming album track ‘All That’s Left to Break’, before new single ‘All Fall’ explodes into his short lived and extremely angry little life. Frontman, Kingsley Chapman screams with all the gusto of a young Henry Rollins yet gazes vacantly at the baying crowd with all the vulnerability of a very troubled Ian Curtis. Needless to say, it’s the most intimidating combination of attributes since Kerry Katona and Iceland joined forces to become the greatest advocates of frozen food, the cocaine industry has ever seen.
 The intensity in the live performance only increases with forthcoming album tracks ‘She Didn’t Know’ and ‘This English Life’, both of which are easily potential singles. The show climaxes with the already anthemic ‘Kids’ and concludes with Kingsley’s inevitable self destruction as he asphyxiates himself with his mic lead (as you do), for set closer ‘A Million Dollars’ which, is bluntly introduced as ‘A song about killing children’. Subtle, I know. However, it’s when one of the just shy of twenty crowd members pipes up from the barrier and requests early demo tracks ‘You Are Not Me’ and ‘Lies’, that the importance of the band becomes so blatantly apparent. It begs the question, how high a regard must a band with no album , three singles and forty miles away from their home town be held in, in order to be asked for (and play)  a demo track they haven’t played in just over two years?  
 It would be a mistake to label The Chapman Family a band for the people (a term reserved strictly for the pending re-incarnation of soul destroying Brit-Pop). But, on the back of such a performance where so few embraced them so dearly and more importantly, so honestly, it is difficult to consider them anything but. Possibly, this is the band for the people that actually give a shit. For the people that riot when a corrupt government prices an entire generation out of education. Or, for the people with ability to see straight through a teen subculture so void of anything worthwhile and so consumed by its own vanity that it’s arrogant enough to label itself ‘Emotional Rock’. On a day when mass media struggled to define a generations backlash The Chapman Family summed it up simply as ‘the kids are not alright and the kids are not ok’. This quite simply, is music for the current generation.


The Chapman Family played:

All That’s Left To Break
All fall
You Are Not Me
She Didn’t Know
This English Life
Something I can’t Get Out Of
A Million Dollars

The Chapman Family are currently touring the UK the dates of which are available from their website where you can also find a free download of ‘All That is Left to Break’. The band’s current single ‘All Fall’ is available via Itunes.

Gig Review :: Cancer Bats – The Cockpit, Leeds – 31/10/2010

Cancer Bats was always going to be a treat, so I wasn’t going to turn down the chance to see them on Halloween.

Vera Cruz emerge looking like stereotypical Frenchmen (striped white and black t-shirts and mustaches). Very fitting, seeing as they’re French. I really liked them, but they seemed to have trouble getting the crowd going. Hardly surprising really when your playing in a room when there’s only one band on everyone’s mind. Be sure to check out their EP. It’s available from their website.

While watching Trashtalk was fun for fans of extreme stage acrobatics, the sound quality was poor and seemed to be lower quality than their albums. This wasn’t helped by the previously mentioned acrobatics that the cockpit is renowned for. Even the presence of Michael Jackson on drums didn’t perk up this performance for me.

The Cancer Bats took to the stage in Halloween spirit, with a variety of costumes ranging from the grim reaper to the devil. A good range of songs from all of their albums were played, classics and new songs alike. As expected, here’s where the crowd really got going. They were, without doubt, the highlight of the night. Saving ‘Hail Destroyer’ till the end, was the cherry on top of the set.

Gig Review :: The Get Up Kids :: The Dog and Partridge, Bolton – 26/08/10

You’re a few years overdue…..

Even though this song wasn’t in the set, I thought it a relevant title regardless. It was the first UK gig the Get Up Kids had played since they reformed in 2008. This, for old school emo/pop punk fans,iva was a huge deal. It would be a monster of gig. A concert to end all concerts. It would be…………at the Dog?

For those who don’t know the Dog and Partridge is to be fair, the best pub in Bolton, but it’s still in Bolton, so we were super lucky to have such a titan of a band play in such a dump. (I actually LOVE the dog, so all insults are said with utter affection.) The gig was arranged because the band are super cool friends with the owner (I think) of the Dog, a lovely man named Ivan. Anyway, who gives a fuck about why, let’s get into what actually happened!

The gig started with Special Agent Set, a local band with sounds somewhere between Hot Water Music, Teenage Bottle Rocket and Belvedere. Unfortunately for the band, there were not many people in attendance at this point, but everyone who was there was clearly loving every single punk rock second of it. Singer Joe Barlow finished the set with the words, “This is best thing to ever happen to Bolton,” which, bar myself, is so fucking true.

The second band were Wot Gorrila, (Wot a shit name) who unfortunately, in my opinion, did not suit the mood of the gig one bit. One audience member described them as a “watered down version of the Mars Volta,” but I feel even that is giving them too much credit. Not to be too hard on the band, but it seemed their sound would have been more suited for the more avant-garde selection of NME readers, not for a punk rock show. I can not fault their skill on their instruments, they were very technical and some of the licks between vocals were often pleasing impressive, but this wasn’t enough to save the band from what seemed to be a very mediocre set. I said it then and I’ll say it now, the band came across with such a pretentious attitude, I’m surprised the band did not play with antique lamps and old oak chairs as props, very contemporary my dear. Cup of tea and a crumpet?

Finally, the moment of truth was here, the Get Up Kids took the stage, the cardboard stand on slanted concrete stage, but I’m sure it mattered not to them, the place was so packed I’m pretty sure at least 20 people couldn’t actually see the band play. I was not one of these people using the clever technique of standing on a step. Easily the best seat in the house.

The band tore into their set starting with “Coming Clean” and ripping through classic GUK tracks like “Action & Action,” “One You Want” and “Holiday.”

Unfortunately at this point the crowd did not seem very enthusiastic, something I found very disappointing for an event as awesome as this one. Luckily as the night went on this dynamic shifted and the back garden of this little pub soon became an explosion of hard rocking to pop punk grooves.

Though the band had just released an E.P at this point, they played minimal new tracks (I think there was only one,) this was a gig for the fans, a show of crowd sing-a-longs, jokey banter and crappy beer. What else could you ask for?

By the end of the bands set the crowd was almost going arse over tit during “Ten Minutes,” easily one of the bands most famous and upbeat tunes. Whether this was due to uneven flooring, copious alcohol intake or just an ultimate enthusiasm for such a fan-fucking-tastic band (probably all three,) the crowd had clearly drooped their earlier stoicism and switched it for a shit load of vigour and lobe scratching smiles.

I was unsure of how the band would handle the encore process, seeing as there was very little room to “walk off stage” in the usual manner, but after a quick breather in a make-shift pagoda styled tent, the band were back to give us two more slices of GUK magic, returning with two covers “Beer for Breakfast” originally by the Replacements, and the Cure classic, “Close To Me.”

And that was it, it was over and a feeling of sorrow washed over the audience. Nah, did it fuck, everyone left totally stoked at having been part of an easy contender for the best gig of 2010, if not ever.

My personal highlight of the set was “Red Letter Day,” because it’s ace.

Oh! The owner of the Dog isn’t Ivan it’s a man named Nigel Piper, so super big thanks to him too!


Coming Clean
Action & Action
One You Want
Petty Pretty Things
No Love
Keith Case
Martyr Me
Red Letter Day
Close To Home
Man of Conviction
Don’t Hate Me
Ten Minutes
Walking On a Wire

Beer For Breakfast
Close To Me

Gig Review :: Bad Religion – Academy 2, Manchester – 24/08/10

The Only Religion I Can Get Behind

©Emma Stone 2010

It’s hard to review a band that have been around as long as Bad Religion. In their 30 years they’ve influenced countless musicians, released 15 studio albums and helped revive the punk rock genre. It was always going to be special to see these guys play, but I didn’t think it’d turn out to be one of my favorite gigs of 2010. Some might consider them amongst the ‘dads army’ of punk but if this gig showed anything, it’s that they’re far from past it.

With a new album on the horizon, some bands would choose to play their more recent stuff. Not Bad Religion. The setlist was fantastic. It was like being at a greatest hits show. Anything a Bad Religion fan would’ve wanted played was.

Greg Graffin was in fine voice as he blasted his way through songs like ‘Suffer’, ‘New Dark Ages’ and, a personal favorite, ‘Los Angeles Is Burning’. I have so much respect for him – even more now I’ve seen the guy do what he does best with my own eyes. He’s not only a great singer, but a great showman too. He commanded the stage (and the attention of the crowd) better than I’ve seen anyone do it before.

The audience isn’t usually an element of a gig I’d comment on, but I really feel the need to here. Given who these people were watching, you’d have thought there’d have been a bit of energy about them. The crowd may have been the most inanimate I’ve ever seen a group of people at Academy 2. There were definitely small pockets really going for it, as they should be, but the majority of people were stood perfectly still throughout the gig. I’m sure some of that was down to the amount of people packed into one of the smaller venues in Manchester, but my point still stands. This is a punk gig people, a bit of movement would be nice.

There’s no doubt that Greg was on top form, but the rest of the band were too. After a little bit of a shaky start, they really got into it and were really tight through to the end. It has to be said, that this was Bad Religion sans-Brett Gurewitz. I overheard some fans outside who sounded disappointed that he wasn’t there. Admittedly, it would’ve been awesome had he been, but the show was great regardless.

‘American Jesus’ closed out the main part of the show and, at last, the crowd finally seemed in good spirits. The band left stage and it seemed the encore everyone wanted wasn’t going to happen. After a little while, the guys came back out and played more fan favorites. This was the highlight of the show for me. Stranger Than Fiction is my favorite Bad Religion album, so to hear ’21st Century (Digital Boy)’ live was a great thing to behold. It was a great show and I don’t think anyone was doubting it would be. 30 Years and still going strong. I think some up and coming bands out there need to take notice.


  • Do What You Want
  • Overture/Sinister Rouge
  • We’re Only Gonna Die
  • Recipe For Hate
  • Flat Earth Society
  • Before You Die
  • A Walk
  • How Much Is Enough
  • No Control
  • Requiem For Dissent
  • Sanity
  • Atomic Garden
  • New Dark Ages
  • Dearly Beloved
  • Suffer
  • Germs Of Perfection
  • No Direction
  • Los Angeles Is Burning
  • Along The Way
  • Fuck Armageddon…This Is Hell
  • You
  • Infected
  • American Jesus


  • Generator
  • 21st Century (Digital Boy)
  • Sorrow

Edge Festival :: We Were Promised Jetpacks @ Liquid Room

Last night Edge Festival goers migrated towards the Liquid Room to see Edinburgh rockers, We Were Promised Jetpacks (WWPJ) in a home town show.

I travelled through to meet some friends and catch the show, unfortunately one of them were running incredibly late and we missed the two support acts; coincidentally there’s a wee pub round the corner, Biddy Mulligans, that while a wee bit expensive for a pint is a quite good banter.

By the time we got in the place was packed, it’s not the biggest of venues and both the downstairs and balcony were at maximum capacity. It was enjoyable, even though it made me feel like a sardine, it wasn’t a gig were everyone is standing still the gig goers on the floor made the most of it, screaming and shouting and bouncing around.

The sound was good, it felt like you were listening to the album unlike some gigs where the clarity is dire and you feel it’s been a bit of a waste. We Were Promised Jetpacks themselves were awesome, you could tell that they really enjoyed the gig; I don’t think they put a foot wrong in the whole performance. All the guys were great but I’ve always said the drummer in WWPJ makes the band for me and it wasn’t any different last night. Without him their sound would not be complete, it adds another dimension to the sound and is the driving force behind the majority of the songs.

I would recommend seeing them if you ever have the chance, they were awesome live I’m just a bit sad I missed Sebastian Dangerfield and Endor as the support, however I did get a good pint so I can’t really complain.

Sebastian Dangerfield|Endor|We Were Promised Jetpacks

Gig Review :: Blink 182 – Glasgow SECC

It was the moment we had all been waiting for, Blink 182 were finally back and gracing the stage on a lovely tour and where was I… well about three rows from the front wedged between a fat, topless dude and a incredibly drunk, not-quite 18 year old.

I was lucky enough to see Blink play the Glasgow leg of their tour at the SECC on August 17th.

Due to some slight band difficulties the first support act never actually played so the only support was Glasgow band Twin Atlantic. The majority of people having come to see Blink and Blink only, there was a bit of a quiet reception for the Glasgow boys. Only a small number interspersed throughout the crowd really got going for them. I’ve seen them a good few times and the sound was good and it was clear to everyone that they enjoyed themselves up on stage. Highlight of their set (for me) was when some pre-pubescent kid decided to heckle them just before the last song. Lead singer Sam then proceeded to call him a “Fuckin’ wee dick” and the whole of the crowd then went on to hurl abuse at the poor fellow- much to everyone’s amusement.

On to the main event now, Blink 182. First time I’ve seen them and I will say that they did not disappoint in anyway. I was crushed, bruised and soaking by the end of the set but I came out the gig with a face splitting grin.

They’re banter on stage had everyone laughing and the crowd seemed to get a little crazier with every song. The sound was surprisingly good for the SECC (personally I hate the place as a venue) and it felt like a more intimate gig than usual- possibly due to the fact that I was closer to several hundred strangers than I’d ever like to be again.

Tom said half way through the set that he’d messed up a note just before the chorus and decided to play it for us all, just so we can get every note’s worth out of the gig. I don’t think anyone who was there could say that they didn’t get everything out of it, they were outstanding live.

The big finale was the best bit for me, you can’t beat a trip to Barker-land for a Travis drum solo, add in a tilting platform and him going upside down without missing a beat and no-one can deny he is an awesome drummer who knows how to put on a show. Just as the crowd were going mental for Travis, they finish things off with an energetic performance of Dammit. We all go nuts and stagger out having bought too much overpriced beer and merch, we’re bruised and covered in other people’s sweat… but we go home incredibly satisfied!


Gig Review :: Hot Club De Paris At Proud Camden

Review by Elizabeth Connor/Photography by Kane Howie

Hot Club De Paris make the type of music that’s difficult to hate. Checking in at Bandangos 5th birthday celebrations at the newly revamped Proud Camden, the Liverpudlian trio saw in the resident DJ’s half-century booze ‘n’ birthday cake knees up with their signature slice of angular guitar rock.

Following a somewhat unfathomable performance from Sky One’s overnight sensation and notorious column incher Andrew Stone, fresh from a stint in the Big Brother house and under the guise of his band and stage outfit Starman, (think Scissor Sisters making out with Stacie Q on acid) all eyes were keen to see how the Liverpudlian trio would deliver. But deliver they did. Taking to the balloon littered stage, the band fired their perfectly precise math rock and angular, jangly guitar riffs at the unsuspecting crowd. Bizarrely anthemic and unquestionably uplifting, the sing-along choruses and sea shanty barbershop harmonies ubiquitous with the bands signature style made for an energetic stage presence.

Not to be confused with a one trick trio, the bands sound has certainly progressed since their first album. If their 2006 debut Drop It ‘Till It Pops saw the band forging their early style, their newest package of 2010 EP’s comically named With Days Like This As Cheap As Chewing Gum, Why Would Anyone Want To Work? And The Rise And Inevitable Fall Of The High School Suicide Cluster Band sees them grasping both texture and trademark lyric to stalwart effect. Somewhat like a rubix cube of riffs that chop and change right at the last second so all the colours match to a blinding, crescendo finish of perfectly syncopated guitar texture, Hot Clubs latest sound is a lesson in how to shed a stereotype. With various diverse influences ranging from Black Flag to Billy Brag, it’s easy to see how the band has created such a complex melting pot of sound over the years. Trilby hats (and skinny jeans) off to the band, no longer just a cheeky gimmick, they’ve outgrown the indie-for-the-masses tag they (somewhat unfairly) gained from the explosion of 2006 working class hero ‘lad’ bands that emerged during the mid noughties. Walking the line between humour and sincerity always with startling honesty as displayed in the poignant I’m Not In Love And Neither Are You, it’s impossible to not be charmed by the band’s latest offering of off-kilter punk.

Perhaps the perfect compliment to a 5th birthday party; playing with all the experience of a well-oiled indie outfit and singing with all the knowledge of a band that’s somewhat older and wiser, a single line of cacophonic Hot Club magic does more to liven the birthday spirit then all of Stone’s pelvic thrusting. Lifting the crowd with their energetic Fuck You, The Truth!, this is undoubtedly the band at their best. Strangely unchanged by the past, they still lookand talk like the fresh-faced trio I saw supporting the now defunct Komakino back in 2006. Closing the set with an almighty guitar-driven goodbye, it’s impossible to leave the venue without smiling. Fuck you, this is the truth: Hot Club De Paris have still got it.

Gig Review :: The Gaslight Anthem – Academy 1, Manchester – 24/06/10

We had the greatest expectations…

It was an up and down day really for the Gaslight gig. After seeing a band play as hard as Hot Water Music just days before, it’d be hard for any band to impress me. This wasn’t helped by the exchange Ian and I had with Brian Fallon pre-gig either. All that aside, I’d been told to expect a good show from the New Jersey boys and that’s what we got – a good show. Nothing amazing, but it was far from bad.

Now I don’t want people thinking I’m hating on the band, the music they make is really good and they showed that on stage at Manchester’s Academy 1. A place I’ve not seen that packed in quite some time. The crowd was ready and the band were definitely up for it. The thing is, something was missing. There wasn’t that spark that’s needed to take over a room. There was no energy to the performance. Musically the band were great, but they seemed static throughout. Not to say that they’re lazy, but Brian barely moved throughout the whole set and even had a bit of a moan about his setlist.

Speaking of the setlist, it was great. There was something for everyone in there and, honestly, it was everything a Gaslight fan would want. A good mix of songs from each of their albums, and a lot of them too. There was even a cover of The Who classic ‘Baba O’Reilly’ in there for the older members of the audience. The highlights came in the form of ‘Great Expectations’, ‘Boxer’ and ‘The Spirit Of Jazz’. Three great songs played really well. However, the band seemed fairly sloppy for the most part. Then again, when compared to Chuck Ragan and Co., that seems inevitable.

Overall the show was good and I’d definitely recommend that you go and see them live. However their live show is just that – a show. I couldn’t really call this a performance def. They played ok and the crowd loved it, but I know, and I think they know, they can do better. They’re back touring the UK in October.

Gig Review :: Hot Water Music – Irish Centre, Leeds – 22/06/10

Here’s one, of time passed…

We thought it would never happen, after break ups and semi-make ups, Hot Water Music have finally touched U.K shores and are blasting the hell out of some, or what seems like, some old mans social club in the middle of fuck knows where known only as, the Irish Centre. Okay, I’ll do a little run down first, because it’s me writing this and it’s never a straight forward day is it?

We started the day, met in Manchester, got the train to Leeds. My heart was broke at one point when a 5 or 6 year old girl on the train turns to her mother and says, “Mummy, I love you.” I’m such a sucker.

In Leeds, we meet up with the fourth member of our usually 2 strong team, Mr Joe Brownridge. So far we have Anthony Barlow, Danny Rayner, Mr. Joe and myself. Being the ultimate arsehole I am, I decide it’ll be a good idea to walk to the Irish Centre, with not an ounce of knowledge of where it is, after an hour or so of walking through Leeds council estates (big fun) we decide to rely on the bullshit technology that is the iPhone.

So we get to the Centre, eventually get an interview with the lovely Jason Black and as we return to the venue Milloy are part way through their set. They play with such intensity I have to take a moment to think back to when I saw a support band play so well, can’t think of any right now. Next up is the Magnificent, who supported the Lawrence Arms on their Leeds venture, the crowd do not seem interested in the bands songs or on stage banter, but I do not think they played bad. At the end of their set, Chuck Ragan joins them for a full band cover of Alkaline Trio’s “Bleeder” which frankly, was the perfect start to what everyone had been waiting for…

Hot Water Music take to the stage and the crowd, frankly, go ape shit. A brief introduction and we’re straight in there. They open with ‘A Flight And A Crash’ (check the title duh!) and the place explodes. Before anyone can take a breath we’re followed by ‘Remedy’, a fan favourite and the last single (to my knowledge) to be released by the boys. The set continues with other well known songs such as ‘Wayfarer’, ‘Giver’ and the song that gave the album ‘Caution’ it’s title ‘I Was On A Mountain’ (such a tune).

The intensity of the band cannot, or has not been matched by any band I have ever seen. Chuck Ragan’s hard rocking antics, Chris Wollard’s borderline cocky crowd smiles and the deep concentration of the face of one of punk rocks best bassists, Jason Black. I’d say it is unfortunate, and I guess it is, but due to joining Against Me! George Rebelo is not on the drum kit tonight, luckily, Lagwagon drummer Dave Raun, who does exceedingly well (Oh Mr. Kipling!), playing songs that he didn’t write.

The set is a brilliant blend of new and old, featuring old classics such as ‘Free Radio Gainesville’, ‘Just Don’t Say You Lost It’ and ‘Alachua’. After and intense non stop perpetual boner of a setlist, the band retire, leaving the crowd anxious and almost riot bent on just a few more songs, and like fuck they’re not gonna give them to us! The band return to stage, and give a shout out to their good friends, a band called “The Bouncing Souls,”  they tear into a rendition of “True Believers” (much to Sarah Hadfields regret as she was not there) which rivals the original in a way that I’m sure shocked a few BS fans.

A couple more songs, Kerrang! favorite, ‘Choked And Seperated’ and finally ‘Turnstyles’ and the best night of my life comes to a close. Well kind of….

We ring a taxi under the pseudonym  Sebastian DeBlanc, and head towards Santiago’s, the best pub in the world. A lot of Against Me!, Nofx and Black Flag and then a lovely train ride home. Fuck yeah!