The Mighty Mighty Bosstones Rumplesteelskin January 19/94 _ Town Pump reviewed by Nickie Senger When | first walked into the Town Pump this particular Wednesday night, my ears were greeted by some pretty lousy music. | figured it was just the house music and the opening band would be on soon to relieve us of this trash. To my horror | discovered that the music | heard was the opening band, Rumplesteelskin. The only way | could *My Idea Of What To Do With The Mosh by Nickie | think I’d like there to be a big cage, similar to a wrestling ring, at every venue. It could be up on a balcony or something and there would be big, soft mats on the floor under- neath. If you wanted to thrash around and hurt yourself then you would be obliged to enter the cage. You would sign a waiver before entering and you could leave when- ever you wished, either by plummeting to the mats below or calmly exiting above. Not everyone wants to mosh. | find it extremely unfair for those who want to enjoy a band to fall victim to senseless freaks who take it upon themselves to physically injure an audience. | understand that for some people a mosh is a release of emotion and can be an exciting sensation, but it becomes an act of selfishness when people, who have no desire to participate, get knocked down, shoved, elbowed, grabbed, pushed, kicked in the head, face, shin, thigh, arm, and have drinks dumped on them. And it’s not exactly fair to say “if you can’t stand the heat...” because Bill, who wants to watch or dance, has just as much right to be in front of the stage as Sally who wants to mosh. The only difference is Bill isn’t hurting anyone. | guess it comes down to a question of ethics and | know which side I’m on, but it’s not right for moshes to end either. And since we don’t live in a perfect world, | think I'd just like people to be a little more consid- erate of the other beings around them and apologize once in a while for cracking someone else in the jaw, and most of all | think I’d like there to be a cage... think of to describe them was a poor attempt at an early eighties look, witha _ left-over seventies cheese sound that they probably considered ‘funk’. | really didn’t care for their music and some comments | overheard included “embarrassing”, “pathetic”, and “Thank god they're finished”. Mind you, it seemed as if a few people were enjoying themselves. Possibly just to humour the band or maybe they were the members’ room mates. What a relief when the Bosstones com- mandeered the stage. Dicky went wild and so did the rest of the building. ith Dig- Wed., February 2nd @ the Ska-core and oh, so much more! Of course the frantic pit that ruled the dance floor sent beers, people and accessories flying, which ‘annoyed many* but couldn’t possibly have ruined the excitement generated by those mighty, mighty entertainers. Sweat flew, horns blew and sanity was crushed under- foot. Boston’s darlings created a scintillating stir. My only complaint was that their set was too short. An hour of chaos and then nothing. “Come back here you crazy kids!” calz- Wed., February 2nd @ the 313 Granville). Deltones with the Surfdusters hurs., February 3rd @ the Commo-. Ibox- Fri., February 4th @ the -All Ages Show:doors 5pm -Licensed Show:doors 8:30 ith Silkworm- Sat., February 5th eaturing Sparkmarker, Kreviss, February 5th @ the Hastings Com- Therapy?- Mon., February 14th @ The Mighty Mighty Bosstones Rumplesteelskin January 19/94 Town Pump reviewed by Nickie Senger When | first walked into the Town Pump this particular Wednesday night, my ears were greeted by some pretty lousy music. | figured it was just the house music and the opening band would be on soon to relieve us of this trash. To my horror | discovered that the music | heard was the opening band, Rumplesteelskin. The only way | could *My Idea Of What To Do With The Mosh by Nickie | think Id like there to be a big cage, similar to a wrestling ring, at every venue. It could be up on a balcony or something and there would be big, soft mats on the floor under- neath. |f you wanted to thrash around and hurt yourself then you would be obliged to enter the cage. You would sign a waiver before entering and you could leave when- ever you wished, either by plummeting to the mats below or calmly exiting above. Not everyone wants to mosh. | find it extremely unfair for those who want to enjoy a band to fall victim to senseless freaks who take it upon themselves to physically injure an audience. | understand that for some people a mosh is a release of emotion and can be an exciting sensation, but it becomes an act of selfishness when people, who have no desire to participate, get knocked down, shoved, elbowed, grabbed, pushed, kicked in the head, face, shin, thigh, arm, and have drinks dumped on them. And it’s not exactly fair to say “if you can’t stand the heat...” because Bill, who wants to watch or dance, has just as much right to be in front of the stage as Sally who wants to mosh. The only difference is Bill isn’t hurting anyone. | guess it comes down to a question of ethics and | know which side I'm on, but it’s not right for moshes to end either. And since we don’t live in a perfect world, | think I'd just ike people to be a little more consid- erate of the other beings around them and apologize once in a while for cracking someone else in the jaw, and most of all | think I'd like there to be a cage... think of to describe them was a poor attempt at an early eighties look, with a left-over seventies cheese sound that they probably considered ‘funk’. | really didn’t care for their music and some comments | overheard included “embarrassing”, “pathetic”, and “Thank god they're finished”. Mind ‘you, it seemed as if a few people were enjoying themselves. Possibly just to. humour the band or maybe they were the members’ room mates. What a relief when the Bosstones com- mandeered the stage. Dicky went wild and so did the rest of the building. ae Sarco ‘Ska-core and oh, so much more! Of course the frantic pit that ruled the dance floor sent beers, people and accessories flying, which ‘annoyed many* but couldn't possibly have ruined the excitement generated by those mighty, mighty entertainers. Sweat flew, horns blew and sanity was crushed under- foot. Boston's darlings created a scintillating stir. My only complaint was that their set was too short. An hour of chaos and then nothing. “Come back here you crazy kids!” -All Ages Show:doors 5pm -Licensed Show:doors 8:30 curing Sparkmarker, Kreviss, ebruary 5th @ the Hastings Com- h Therapy?- Mon., February 14th @