It was the night after AC/DC – and there must have been a lot of people that went to both shows; all excited too. And I had written a pretty positive review of AC/DC as it was a good stadium show – they did what they do. And well. And then there I was the next night at Them Crooked Vultures.
Look, I wanted to like it – I want to like any show, I’d prefer seeing a good show to a shitty one always. But Them Crooked Vultures was not great. Screeching, squealing, awful sound – and so clearly a folly-posing-as-supergroup.
Halfway through the show I went to the bar to get a drink and a guy poked me in the back and goes, “hey Simon, the review for this better be better than what you wrote about AC/DC”. I replied, “hey man, how’s things? Where do you work again?” And he goes, “you don’t know me!” And I said, “I know but I’m curious to find out where you work so that I can turn up on Monday and bug the shit out of you while you’re trying to do your job”.