Does exactly what it says on the tin. Some of the nonsense contained herein may be very loosely related to The Sisters of Mercy, but I wouldn't bet your PayPal account on it. In keeping with the internet's general theme nothing written here should be taken as Gospel: over three quarters of it is utter gibberish, and most of the forum's denizens haven't spoken to another human being face-to-face for decades. Don't worry your pretty little heads about it. Above all else, remember this: You don't have to stay forever. I will understand.
...THE SISTERS OF MERCY live at the Pukkelpop festival in Hasselt , Belgium in august 1992. I was 14 and just discovered 'Enter the Sisters'... that day, my world changed
"And when you start to think about death, you start to think about what's after it. And then you start hoping there is a God. For me, it's a frightening thought to go nowhere".
~ Peter Steele
"And when you start to think about death, you start to think about what's after it. And then you start hoping there is a God. For me, it's a frightening thought to go nowhere".
~ Peter Steele
The Pretenders were a quality band too, that's disturbing
"And when you start to think about death, you start to think about what's after it. And then you start hoping there is a God. For me, it's a frightening thought to go nowhere".
~ Peter Steele
The Wonderstuff at Glasgow Barrowlands back in '89.
The Bass Thing was stll in the band.
My mates, who dragged me along, were the one's really into the band.
First band of my own volition was the Neph at the Network in Edinburgh
July 21, 1990 or there about. -I remember because my first niece was
born a couple of days after I got home.
In your defence, I will mention travelling from Leeds to Sheffield to see Nosferatu (in 91?) and kipping on some kindly goths' floor.
Remember myself and Mrs Snowey watching Nosferatu at Planet X in Liverpool about the same time. There was about 10 people there including Karl from Rosetta who spent the whole of the gig taking the p*ss out of them. Great days
Next - Fields of the Nephilim @ Middlesbrough Town Hall, 2 days after my birthday July 1990
If that was the one when they had a huge build up - loads of dry ice and the rest of the band sneaking on, then as soon as McColl appeared the sound disappeared and he stormed off in a huff - we were there too!! Thoroughly enjoyed it once the little prima donna had calmed down and did the gig. Friend of mine managed to push me and himself right through the throng of followers standing at the front and we had an excellent view (well, admittedly mostly dry ice - but what more could a goth wish for?).
But - first gig - to get back to the subject - was Depeche Mode at Whitley Bay Ice Rink - I think that was '88 or '89. Shocking to be in your (very)early 20's and be a gig virgin!
I never talk during music, at least during good music. If one hears bad music, it is one's duty to drown it in conversation.
Erudite wrote:The Wonderstuff at Glasgow Barrowlands back in '89.
The Bass Thing was stll in the band.
My mates, who dragged me along, were the one's really into the band.
First band of my own volition was the Neph at the Network in Edinburgh
July 21, 1990 or there about. -I remember because my first niece was
born a couple of days after I got home.
Then it was the Sisters at Wembley in November.
i too was at the Stuffies in 89 (not my choice...twas me Ex who wanted to go)...and i was at a Nephs gig in Edinburgh too...(again my Ex had something to do with that...)
didn't get to see T' Sisters @ Wembley tho... work got in the way of that one
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
Next - Fields of the Nephilim @ Middlesbrough Town Hall, 2 days after my birthday July 1990
If that was the one when they had a huge build up - loads of dry ice and the rest of the band sneaking on, then as soon as McColl appeared the sound disappeared and he stormed off in a huff - we were there too!! Thoroughly enjoyed it once the little prima donna had calmed down and did the gig. Friend of mine managed to push me and himself right through the throng of followers standing at the front and we had an excellent view (well, admittedly mostly dry ice - but what more could a goth wish for?).
That was the one! All the dry ice had caused the fire alarm system to blow a fuse, and Carl (and the band) walked off laughing his head off! (I kid you not! I was close enough to the front to see!). It was a damn good gig, just wish I could get a boot of it!