In September 2013 Janie and I set off, not without trepidation for a Visage gig in another new venue 'The Garage' in North London. I had tried to immerse myself in their new album 'Hearts and Knives' but this was primarily a nostalgia trip. We knew it - we just hoped that they did too.
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| Does this bus go to the 80s? |
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| Janie in Vintage 80s |
Our favourite game of 'Guess who's going to the same gig as us ' was too easy; caps, moustaches, lumberjack shirts…. Visage gig :)
Arriving early as is our general modus operandi we were absolutely delighted to discover the most perfectly named pub in London. Having had a drink from the famous cock - we were in dance happy mood.
The support was a sparkly horned man and a man with his face painted like a dog and was surreal and shouty in equal measure.
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| I kid you not |
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| OK, so this is a small child but it was the make up of choice of the drummer. |
So, a very camp Steve Strange, looking unsettling like Boy George took to the stage with chutzpah oozing from every pore. Musical talent - not so much but chutzpah a-plenty. It was a self indulgent set, ample time to take refuge in the ladies' loos (fabulously clean and empty - God Bless you Steve Strange and your gay following) to rest my feet from the hell that is 80s stiletto boots. My boots that were, I have to say, much admired by queens and Germans alike.
The set (apparently)-
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- Encore:
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Unfortunately chutzpah was not enough to get Steve through 'Fade to Grey' unscathed. In short - he murdered it, and left us weeping into our beers for Midge Ure.The dance happy girls left before the encore to get something to eat as Visage had left us decidedly unsatisfied.Sorry Steve, we'd rather have a saveloy!
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