Ratner's Star roll in late and make the show by the skin of their teeth, dressed in second hand suits and skinny ties. The group had been sent to the wrong venue from the airport, then had to find the right venue and were nearly turned away at the door, the security staff thinking they were university lecturers in town for a talk at the local expo centre.
Luckily however, they convinced them otherwise with help from their manager and publicist. When the band got into the hall, they are at first pointed in the direction of the catering staff and told to start serving drinks, but after fifteen minutes of arguing they get fans of the band and their management to confirm their identities to the organisers.
The band have just enough time to charge backstage, tune up their gear that they had delivered to the venue earlier, each neck a bottle of Johnny Walker each, and take to the stage looking scrappy and dishevelled.
"Apologies for the delay," says singer Johnathan Foster Frantzen as the band takes to the stage, shaking his head to throw back some new longer hair out of his face. "We got mistaken for supply teachers at the airport, university lecturers at the doorway to this place, and drinks waiters here in the hall...not to self, must smarten up. What the hell are we doing here, anyway? Oh yeah, thats right, we're here to do
this!!"
The band then kicks off into a storming rendition of hit single "Inherent Vice", replete with a fast and furious lightshow. They follow that up with a brief snippet of early B-side "Atta", which segues into their debut single "Hope", which draws the biggest cheers from the crowd. The band close thier mini-set with a new tune called "Play Ball", a poly-rhythmic funk fest with nonsense verse tribal chants, skinny and scratchy guitars, porngroove bass, burping keyboards, heavy electronics and lots and lots and lots of drums.
At the close of the song, Franzen whips off his guitar, throws it into the drum kit, takes a few steps back so his back is against the bass drum while the rest of the band are still hammering away finishing the song....
Franzen then charges forward at full speed in a run, leaps off of the front of the stage in a forward flip and lands smack in the middle of a table full of industry execs and suits. Wine bottles, plates, glasses and other valuables shatter and fly everywhere as the table is totally detroyed. The abdn procded to trash their kit and take a bow before running off stage with a mixture of feedback and electronic noise eminating from the PA system.
Franzen's bandmates leave the stage, and paramedics arrive to get Franzen to a nearby hospital as precaution. Some peopel say they saw blood coming from a deep cut on his lower back, but nothing has been confirmed by the band's management. The rest of the band get shown to some seats at the back of the hall and keep themselves to themselves.
They procede to spend the remainder of the evening getting utterly shitfaced and making passes at women.
Edited by user 09 September 2009 06:55:31(UTC)
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