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Live Review - McMoth / Thirty Pence - Norris Green Social Club

by Alan Metcalfe

Many years ago, my favourite weekly activity was getting down to Terry
Fields' boozer, The Mayflower, for their 'new band' night on a Friday.  I
saw loads of groups, over the summer of '85 in particular, some good, some
bad, but all at least getting up on stage and doing their thing. 'Personal
Column', Come in Tokio', 'The Persuaders', 'Edelweiss','Perfect', 'Candy
Opera', 'Hello Sunset'(who went on to become moderately successful as
'Space'), all gave me some pleasure during those heady post-league
championship and Cup Winners Cup weeks.

Twenty two years on, I still delight in non-arena type gigs, and can often
be found trawling the Echo's 'live pages' for news of bands I'd never
heard of.  And so it was that I found myself at the Norris Green Social
Club for a showcase by two clubmoor-based acts, goth/boy-band 'McMoth',
and rapper 'Thirty Pence' (described by the 08 Culture Company as
'Liverpool 4's own Marshall Mathers').  In front of a packed venue -
Lacoste Shellies and Lowe Alpine hats dominating - Thirty Pence opened the
proceedings.  It may not be everyone's cup of tea, but his experience of
life in the Townsend Lane projects was brilliantly portrayed -
particularly on 'Wayne Rooney' and 'I've got a brand new sawn-off
firearm'.  Modest to the core, requests for an encore were met with a
blushing, 'fuck off, like' from this local hero.

McMoth had a difficult act to follow, therefore, but met the challenge
head-on.  They stormed through a blistering nine song set, comprising :

'Be true to St John Bosco' (a cappella Beach Boys tribute)

'Swear down ter yer, lad'

'The devil wears George at Asda'

'Showcase Dummies'

'Arriva dirty, Royal Oak Muirhead Avenue'

'East Lancashire Road Revisited'

'I wanna be your dog and gun'

'Western girls'

'Shites on Broadway'

By the end, I was ecstatic.  Think Stiff Little Fingers at Mountford Hall
or The Skids at Rotters (incredible but true, 1980).  Rock 'n Roll in its
truest sense and purest form.  In these days of My Space, downloads,
uploads, shed-loads and shit-loads, though, it is doubtful where an
arguably niche act, such as McMoth, can fit in.  A forthcoming support
slot with The Maybes? might give them that foot on the ladder; we can only
hope.  As it was, the Nogsy and Crocky mobs left the venue arm in arm.  A
smile on their face and a spring in their step.  When the inner city
ghettos rock, they will sound like this.






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