Was down at the Cork gig last night. God Is An Astronaut were top notch. Whipping Boy were a disaster. To be fair to them, listening to them all these years without ever seeing them as I was too young, meant that myself and those with me at the gig propably had a mythology about them built up in our heads, which was bound to come crashing straight down once this ego in a second rate Jack L costume came stumbling on to the stage, shouting the lyrics of songs. The band were as static as hell, and really looked like they weren't enjoying the singers antics, in fact they really looked rather scared and more worried about mortgage rates than the gig itself. Boy, the crowd really did thin itself out half way through, the set was probably waaay too long, which shouldnt be a bad thing but with that performace it really was. In Cork he burnt the Sun with a blow torch, which as pissed as he was i thought he was going to throw into the crowd, as he did with his bottle of bucky.

Even more horrifying than shouting for a revolution without any content, was the moment he got the crowd to start hitting themselves on top of their heads "like our muslim brothers." This in fact was the only moment of interaction from the band themselves all night, who seemed to get in on this particularly odd moment without any hesitation or prompting from McKee. The worst bit was probably the band introductions after he greeted the audience with "..blah..blah...we lurve you INDEPENDENT REPUBLIC OF COORK! Mister Myles McDonnell on Bass...from the INDEPENDENT REPUBLIC OF..." And no one batted an eyelid.

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