Without Msg I Am Nothing

I am tentatively emerging from my drunken Christmas cocoon with aching sides. It’s been a brilliant, boozy festive time with lots of friends. One of the highlights was seeing the reformed Mclusky at Clwb Ifor on the ‘proper’ Black Friday of December 20th.

“It was sheer joy but I did worry that my ear plugs might have fallen out, such is the stage I’m at in life. ”

I’d been to see some mates for a snifter before going onto Clwb at around 8:15 which thought was a bit early, but after bumping into my mate Phil Ensor and taking a look at the merch, blow me the band were on! They were as piss and vinegar as ever rattling through the ‘hits’ as I bounced around. Phil and I had a moment as we found each other in the mosh pit to ‘Lightsabre Cocksucker Blues’ put our arms around each others shoulders and bounced around. It was sheer joy but I did worry that my ear plugs might have fallen out, such is the stage I’m at in life. The mosh pit was a bit tame by standards of yesteryear and a few attempts to crowd surf were scuppered by the audience new found girth.

It has been pointed out that Falco has a habit of finding absolutely mental bassists and the current one is no different, At one point he was at the front of the stage declaring that cause he was Rhondda that he was: “…the hardest man in the room.” Fuck, I wasn’t going to argue with him, but someone from Merthyr decided to take issue, and for a few queasy seconds Falco had uneasy smile on his face, but it all went the right the way just before the bassist monkey barred his way across the room with the aid of the audience.

I finally managed to buy a Mclusky t-shirt I can wear in polite company, although it does say ‘My Love is Bigger than Your Love’. A great gig to end another great year of gigs, my favourites were The Mammoth Penguins, Beak>>, Pixies (obvs) and this.

So looking into 2020 with apprehension but optimism and excitement in a better state than I was this time last year,