Mischief…

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September 25, 2011 by Jason Phillips

photo by rev phil dread

been a while since we been on the road… we were picked up by Stevie G in the new SICKBUS about 2pm and we sped off thru the day towards Bognor Regis.

The van has been converted. It was the same one we all lied in the back of on the way to do the gig with Bez in Crook a few months back… but now Stevie G has had 6 seats fitted in the back. And it’s fucking ace. he plans on getting it soundproofed and adding beds and a Bass Bin. bring the new sickbus ..buzzing.

so in the van we had Johnny No-Cash and his nutty misses Ady HD, Sicknote hairdresser and make-up man and full on lech Vidal Babboon (aka. Baldie aka. Lionel), Dr Conker, Mrs Conker (aka Little g), the newest dancer to the troup Sister Sheep, The Filth, and me and Stevie G.

I didnt realise but Stevie had already been driving 4 hours+ before he picked us up, due to a shit plan the other end to pick up Filth and his kit in the arse end of no-where and driving into Swansea to pick up the Sheep. With a bit of planning we can make this whole operation a lot slicker…

I was in bit of a grump, coz of recent stresses with finances and shit… so didnt say much on the way, as everyone laughed, belched and swug away.
The only thing that half cracked a smile on my chubby frowny face was a car that overtook us, with a roaring engine, and…  a set of bollocks. yes. the owner had attached a set of balls to the back of his car.. fuckin wicked, i thought, the new Sickbus definitely needs a set of bollocks!!

We were greeted on the gate by none other than a spaced out stuttery, wobbly and wrecked Hobo Paul. Like a abused and dishevelled lab rat he wobbled over and declared he was Head Marhall for the festival and that there was a problem as there was another band on site already claiming to be Sicknote. We pissed ourselves and ignored him. Got our wristbands from a gurning Lou Disgrace, who was covred in eyelashes, make-up, sweat and glitter,  “you better be doing a flapsandwich set this weekend”, she quivvered…

Catch Pyro came over, mentioned it was his first festival he organised , Top bloke… he seemed on edge as i know i was when i was promoting big events.. which i may well be doing again REAL SOON!

The rest of the tribe showed up Flakey & Rev looking smiley, Keith It Real clutching a pint and beaming a crispy red, Doghouse and Dizzy looking like festival royalty, and Ricey, a muckr from my hometown of Brynmawr –  looking like a short fat Howard Marks in full tie-die hippie outfit and a T-shrirt announcing “MARIJUANA, well AT LEAST IT AINT CRACK” – a walking talking skunk-smelling advert and prime target for the pigs i rekon(!) We all gathered behind our tiny stage and necked some beers n shit.

Ruby from Boomtown was there and lobbed us on stage with a friendly smile, a lovely stage manager, one of the best…….. the stage was small but cosy. and as the festival was a bit quiet.. we played to a small hand full of people, who seemed to love it! bouncing all over the place… we were joined on stage by My Bad Sister, who had gaffa tapped up their nipples and were doing their freaky synchronised dancing routine with us.. also Gribly Grobbly the clown got on stage and and got a bit undressed..
it was the first time i tried out the new Native Instruments Traktor Audio 2 soundcard…… it kicked out the sound like it’s never kicked before… to the point where we blew the fuckin monitors ending ‘Benefit Cheat’ a bit abrupt.

we managed to get one monitor back on, which enabled us to drop my fave, ‘Righteous’, to which i spied Flakey almost having an epileptic fit out front. Fingers flickering above her rapidly shaking head, hair flying everywhere and a huge knowing smile – eyes wide shut. wicked. a small mosh pit seemed to be whipping up down front… we dropped Pikey DnB and called it a day…

After the gig we checked out some Gabba and some Drum N Bass necked some cider ate a burger had a dance and i had a chat with none other than the Captain Grimace! He was happy with my Uncle Kev remix i done for him and was keen for me to remix ‘Swans Are Pricks’ and maybe help him with the soundtrack to his upcoming book and character launch for ‘Jonny Cock-Hands’. wicked.

Stevie G sed he was up for driving back… or we’d all end up sleeping in a freezing field with no tents! so  we darted off into the night. I slept most of the way and woke up in a right grump.. calling johnny and ady Dumb and Dumber.. and generally being an unsavoury cunt!  i need to cheer the fuck up!