november 18th 1999
crash by river
showing off bruises
The Cartoons café in Antwerp is (was) too much of a smoky, hip, student
café on a thursday night for my taste. In order to see Gore Slut play, I’m
willing to go through a lot, but the smoke in the bar that night was just
Gore slut do a soundcheck around half past ten. They play one
instrumental track and a short one with vocals, both unknown to me. The
crowd sitting nearby is barely interested. After the soundcheck, Gore Slut
leave and won’t come back for another hour.
I’m trying my best to blend
in with everyone; act cool and drink fashionable drinks, but I doubt I
fooled someone with it.
Anyway, the 'opening act', Stephen Duncan was
feeling lucky that night. He played an acoustic set which seemed to last
forever. He was having the time of his life, and some of the audience were
really enthusiastic. I found the whole set a bit dull, but I don’t like
bare acoustic guitar-sets in the first place, so I cannot be a proper
Finally, at about half past eleven, Gore Slut crawl back on
‘stage’ (don’t be fooled- stages don’t come much smaller than the one in
Rudy is being funny again by trying to persuade people
to leave to the Phil Collins club, because something interesting is
happening there. ‘Oh, and we’re Gore Slut, we play love songs.’
first song they play is an unreleased long instrumental track, which I
never heard before, but sounded plain beautiful and typically Gore Slut-
excellent. White Socks sounds even more familiar of course, and
Stumble starts off nicely too; ‘The next song is Stumble, and
it’s supposed to be played with a casio. But especially for you people, we
didn’t bring it along’.
Later on, Telephone calls starts off
in a similar mood- Rudy points his finger randomly to a couple in front of
him- ‘the next song is dedicated to these two people here’. The
twosome look at each other like 'what did he just say?'
of songs further in the set, Rudy requests for more beer and at the same
time repeats people should really take off to the Phil Collins club.
Viking Dave Robertson is dancing in front of me with a beer in one hand
and his girlfriend in the other. A completely loaded old guy comes
wandering in the front, staring at the band as if they were from Mars. He
shouts something, tries to move along, but falls over in stead, purely
from being drunk. Yey.
Gore Slut play Crawling to Target, a song
new to me back then. Rudy seems to get a bit fed up with the overall lack
of interest, and the band continues their set without any further witty
commentary by Rudy. ‘This is the last song’ is followed by a predictable
ironic yippie! from someone from the crowd. In an equally typical
manner, Rudy yippies back at her. The band play an excellent
version of Lisa Drugstore, Rudy sounds like a possessed madman and
shouts Take me! Take me! as intense as he can. A lovely end to a
nice (and free) gig. Thanks, mr. Trouvé.
Exactly when we walk towards
the exit, Tom Barman comes in. ‘Have they started playing yet?’.
Nice timing, man! :)