MAG 7 PLAY IN A SAUNA

17/08/2001

The 100club oxford street, place of legends, every body who's anybody has played there you know! such luminaries as the rolling stones, the who, the kinks, the pistols, the clash, the jam, rod stewart, oasis, the pogues, roxy music, metallica, other artists too numerous to mention and almost everybody from the wonderfully weird world of jazz! so the the burning question remains,

HOW THE FUCK DID THIS RABBLE GET BOOKED?

"I just dropped me shoulder sent the promoter the wrong way" is Iffy's simple exuse.

Anyway the 100club is in a basement, it's the middle of August, there's no air conditioning and it's HOT!

I appeared at 9:30 ish on the dot and Boris McNab (ne John Lennon) was spinning some platters of the old stuff, you know original pop songs with melody and attitude. The club was beginning to fill nicely and a trickle of moisture had begun to sweat down the walls. I needed beer and was pleasantly suprised to find it retailing at only £2.50 sterling a pint!

At around 10:30 Bullet Train, the main support act appeared on stage and ran through a set of original songs to warm applause from the audience.

Next up came Alex Alex aka "muddy bubble' or 'the fat greek bloke who sings down the pub' . he played a short but interesting acoustic set whilst the equipment behind him was sorted for the main event.

11:30 the trickle of condensation had now become a gentle flow as the temperature rose to greet Mag 7.
As usual the set kicked off at break neck speed with the band playing a couple of punk? classics then they metaphorically changed gear (I'm sure the would have physically liked to have done so, as after only two numbers they can only be described as what I would call absolutly soaking wet!) and played a variety of the the normal old pop/reggae/rock tut that they regularly churn out with the audience singing along and dancing whilst the temperature increased.

Towards the end of the set I realised that although I wasn't taking part in the physical activity I too was soaked to the skin and was reminded of the consequences of practical jokes that backfire and the time I thought it would be funny to piss on the coals in a sauna only to be trapped in a confined space with unbearable heat unwilling to open the door because of the acrid stench that would rush forth informing club members that I was a prat and clearing the centre quicker than an IRA phone call.

The Mag7 completed their set with 'common people' metamorphasizing into 'pretty vacant' and the energy expended by band was matched all the way by the chaos that unfolded in front of them.
At this juncture I'm sure that that the crowd was only thinned out by the phenomena of spontaneous evaporation.
The walls now cascaded fluid as the DJ signaled the end of the show and after some vigorous cheering there was a mass exodus for the cold night air and the bar.

My conclusion is that this band is HOT! and with the amount of swearing, lewd lyrics and raw aggression that they exude I'll defiantly be booking them for one of my popular cave raves when they're all dead!

Lucifer 'Satan' Beelzebub
author of "Jesus was a hippy"

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