Support act: M.O.T.O.
Both me and my friend didn't know the band, but the review on the Vera-website sounded interesting. The support-act was a band called M.O.T.O. they were halfway through their set when we came in, but they were so bad thet we were both glad that we weren't there sooner. The singer started every song by saying: "This song is called ...! Ready, aim.. 1 2 3" Luckily none of the songs were longer than one and a half minutes so if they were really crappy, they'd at least be over soon.
The Datsuns
The Datsuns started at about a quarter to eleven. We moved to the front part of the crowd and had a good time there. They had some technical problems at the start, one of the guitars wasn't working properly, but that didn't really matter. The vibe was good. I don't really know how to describe the music they make. Indie at times, punk at others and a slight hint of glamrock. Dolf, the singer, has a very deep voice, but often throws in high pitched screams. It's the first time I saw a leadsinger playing bass. It's not impossible to do that! There is still hope for me! The drummer was ok, but he looked bored and lacked energy. The drumming sounded good, but we almost fell asleep when we looked at him. There was little interaction between the band and the drummer, maybe he was having a bad day. Dolf and the guitarist were both having a blast. The second guitarist seemed a bit shy, his hair was hanging in front of his face in an Ozzy Osbourne style, like he wanted to hide behind it, but he was bouncing around later as well.
A nice mosh-pit had formed at the front. We were just at the edge of that and the energy that came from the moshers was contagious, so we both danced our asses off. There were a few girls in the pit, but they got out of that during one of the first songs looking like they were going to cry. One of them was clutching her cheek, she got hit. Muhahaha. A moshpit isn't a place for little girls. *evil grin* There was only one girl left in there and she reminded me of myself. I used to go to a lot of punk and ska-punk gigs with a school friend when we were 16/17 and jump around in the pit as well, proudly counting and comparing our bruises the next day. *grins*
Dolf made us sing a few times and chatted to the crowd a lot. They left the stage after about an hour, but came back to do another 20 minutes and said their goodbyes, handing out drumsticks and waving at us. We wanted them back though and kept shouting, clapping and whisteling. They eventually returned with huge grins on their faces, declaring us mad *grins* and Dolf said they would play some more, but they didn't know what to play. They discussed for a while and then did three or four extra songs, which were as energetic as the first ones. They finished at about half past midnight and I was exhausted. I had only slept a few hours that night and spent the day at my grandma's with my family -the fun half of my family- and I was tired when they started, but awake from all the adrenaline when they finished. My body was objecting to every step I took when we walked to the car and I am sore all over right now, but we had a good time!
Verdict: I didn't like them enough to buy an album, but I'll go and see them if they ever come to Groningen again.