Pogue Ma Thoin

Well, last night saw me again at the pub in town that derives its name from the above. The Pogue Mahones Irish Alehouse, Kamloops B.C. They had an indie rock gig. Now, I don't tend to listen to much Indie Rock, but seeing as I can't make it to Rock Night back at uni (Bloody Oceans and Continents getting in the way...) I figured I'd give it a go.

The first band to take the stage was the Saucy Wenches. Now, to paraphrase a certain historian who will remain nameless (Mostly because I don't know his/her/its name) In what way were they Saucy, or indeed, Wenches. Seeing as they were all male. Such a shame. I'd been expecting hot lasses in Corsets and short skirts. Ah well. They weren't bad, and finished on a Lynyrd Skynyrd cover (don't ask me which. I'm bad at remembering such things when I'm sober. I wasn't)

The next band was a group called Angel Down. I approved of them. And still do. I approve mightily. Wouldn't call them rock, I personally thought them closer to metal, myself. They made an announcement, not long after beginning their set. Any Man, or Woman, who stood to the fore, and rocked out hard, wouldst, after, be given a free copy of their EP, entitled Little Red Devil. The title track is rather good. See. I was right at the front. And mindly inebriated. And already headbanging away happily. In my kilt. Wearing Tyr, and Pagan pendants. The chappy at the merchandise desk saw me coming a mile off. He was already handing me the disc when I was starting to ask if they had been serious. It's rather good. Must go hear them again at some point. They even gave us an Encore when we demanded it.

The third and final band was one called Throttlecaster, and again I'd tilt them more towards the metal side of things. But again, they were good. Sadly, they did not give me a free cd, but they made up for it by closing with Metallica, For Whom The Bell Tolls. I'd heartily recommend them, as well as Angel Down. And bid them luck. And Gangleri's Guidance, and the Ward of Farmognudr. And carve Raidho Fehu for them. All of which strike me as suitable for touring rock bands, even unsigned ones. Perhaps especially unsigned ones.

Of course, epic as the music was, the gig was then followed by an Hour and a Half worth of tipsy trekking through a rather heavy flurry to get back to where I was sleeping. And a hangover I'm certain was gifted by the Half-Dead Daughter of the Trickster. Which I shouldn't have had, I be certain. Not on as little as I was drinking... and most of it was Love In A Small Boat Beer, to boot.  Anyway, that be the tale of my Saturn'sDay night. 'Twas fun. I regret none of it. Well... Almost none of it...