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Before I get stuck in to the hardcore, intellectual critique of the live performance supplied by a man called Mark B and a man called Blade, I must pass on some useful information. On Berwick Street in Soho there is a most useful retail outfit (aside from the err... equipment shops). There is a 24hour camera shop, going out to cover a gig with your camera with no battery in it is not the way of the professional, so thats how I came to be running around London at half 9 on a Thursday evening looking for a 4sr44. And I wish I hadn't bothered. I was probably the worst person to send to a blade gig as I only liked 'We'll Survive' and 'Mind Of An Ordinary Citizen'. But I turned up with an open mind and had it quickly closed again for me. I was interested to see what blade would be like live as all I knew about the man except his back catalogue was that he used to keep himself to himself a lot and never appear in a recognisable form in photos. So who was this bloke jumping around the stage and staring down my camera every time I pointed in his general direction? How much can one person be shat on by the 'public' and the 'industry'? Seems like they're doing alright now so why can't he rhyme about something a bit more interesting? And how can people not get bored of his constant moaning? But there were a few redeeming features to the evenings proceedings. Well done to DIAGNOSTYX for getting up on the stage and stealing the mic, ripping it and keeping hold of it much to Blade's annoyance. Diagnostyx's flow killed Blade's but unfortunately this stage invasion prompted Blade to give us all a speech about how 'nice' the 'scene' is. Oh shut up. PLUS ONE was on form too and did a couple of routines which, as this was a student union, were extremely well received - something about rapid wrist action that gets physics first years holding their pints in the air. Blade then choreographed a mass stage dive and started bleating on about rock gigs being the shit I quickly realised I’d had too much and, grabbing one last cheap pint, ran out into the London rain.
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