I arrived really early to this gig, so I claimed a great place in the front to see the show. I've seen [spunge] once before and they are possibly one of the most entertaining bands in history.
Failsafe had bravely stuffed an early support slot with some mental music, but it really was too early to be jumping around like a loon so there was alot of approving head nodding. I enjoyed them but my stepdad left after two songs,I'm not sure if that's good or bad. It was all a big blur, but I believe this band were the only band I've seen go from almost screaming punk to reggae in a verse/chorus change!
Fastlane didn't really stand out as anything new or original, but the lead singer had an amusing bald head. Nothing groundbreaking but certainly fun. They had some really dedicated fans- they were the ones with a pint in one hand and horns in the air with the other. Good if it's a sing-a-long you're after.
Route 215 are really rock n roll. The lead singer has all his hairsprayed blonde hair; and at one point there's even a fountain of beer that the guitarist spouts. In between all the gimmicks (which were funny because they were toned-down). there was some good rock n roll songs in there. They certainly converted me to fandom, but the only song names I remember are "Too Pretty To Die" and "Sixteen Cunts". Probably more agreeable than the Towers of London to most people.

Moving swiftly on to the main act... [spunge], kings of uk do it yourself ska-punk
[spunge] hit the crowd straight away with "Some Suck, Some Rock", and everyone explodes into a pushing, shoving, skanking mass of flesh. The age range here is pretty gobsmacking too, from little 13 year olds wearing pink to proper grown ups holding on to their drinks for dear life. [spunge] don't miss a trick with their setlist, but somehow there are so many 'must-plays' that the setlist hasn't changed all that much since the last time I saw them. Personally I'd be dissapointed without Kicking Pigeons, and as there's not a single moment to catch your breath you don't have a chance in hell of doubting that this the best live show you'll see for a while. They also throw quite a few covers from various albums in, the infamous version of "No Woman No Cry" and the ever-brilliant "Centrefold". Their lyrics also have an odd way of making every person in the room to confess to some of the strangest things; everyone's 'ego's too big' and we're all schizophrenic, with alter egos called
Fred. At one point they crowd is demanded to part, not for a wall of death, but so the guitarist can see what it's like to run through the middle! They end on "Jump On Demand", with some of the most uncoordinated crowd partcipation I've ever seen. Conga lines and lost shoes and getting scars on my back from falling backwards onto the nasty end of a punk's spike all taken into account, It was bloody amazing.

In conclusion; [spunge] remain the most fun you can have with your clothes on!