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WTDK and BuzzBomb at Firkins, Falkirk, 23/6/05
Published by james666
25th June 2005
WTDK and BuzzBomb at Firkins, Falkirk, 23/6/05

Firstly... I love falkirk! Theres always a crowd of people i reconise at gigs, the scary death metal version of Former Alice in Chains guitarist Jerry Cantrell and members of the bands from the area always aupport their scene and are always friendly, for example, i walk in and the bassist from Menstrual Gore immediatly spots me and we get talking. And of coarse a Misguided Records affiliate or two rubs my stomache for good luck (cant really explain that, Craig? hehehe) i mean, i live in stirling, and the gigs and the overall scene, if there is one is that of abismal "oh lets all look at our shoes when we are meant to be entertaining people" teeny-bopper bands that all slag each other and dont actually attend local gigs, so imagine my joy when i attend a gig out of town and not only recieve a warm welcome, but the bands are great and the atmosphere is lovely.

What the Dead Know

This crazy bunch of weejies were highly entertaining and played a very individual brand of post grunge/hardcore/experimental mentalist kind of lovelyness which is just what the doctor ordered on this evening of evening of evenings for myself and my fellow group of droogies.
The first thing that strikes you is the brilliant rapor' the members have with each other onstage, its obvious that alot of work goes into this band, everything is well played and with the exception of a couple of technical problems ( guitar leads falling out of pedals and lead singer Camebull's boss tuner pedal picking up radio one when it was turned on, funny as hell!) The band are on fire. Moving around alot and with impressive backing screams from bassist Tino, great post-hardcore lead work and schitzo freak outs courtesy of lead guitarist Neil ( the good looking one aparently) and jazz-esque technical drums from greg the dred-locked rasta, this band can do no wrong in the audiences eyes. though the most noticable thing perhaps isnt the bands great "At the Drive In" style noodly bits and strange time changes, but Camebulls most Individual of voices. The notes this guy could hit without going into falsetto were unbeleivable, and totally helps set the band apart from most underground rock acts in the Central Scene. 8.6/10
The band are currently on their Scottish tour and are just off a tour with Skuzz featured Weejies Tempercalm. Catch them at WTDK.com

Buzzbomb

A falkirk Favourite ( this is the land of punk-rock afterall) Buzzbomb play fast shouty punk with a very american feel. Think Misfits with an injection of Minor threat which i guess is no bad thing, but for someone who has grown tired of samey three-chord punk rock with the same old american accents, this didnt really do much for me.
Dressed all in black, sporting rather lovely eye liner, this scene veteran trio look the part but didnt really deliver anything fresh. Though i am clearly a minority in my opinons as the second this band struck a chord there was dancing, leaping about and a few sneaky characters stamping their doc martins, including a highly entertaining buchaneire ( i swear he even had an eye patch!) . By the end of the night this little pub was as close to bouncing as it was gonna get for its size and im not really complaining as it was free entry, thus proving how nice a bunch the guys and girls from Misguided Records are, and the same occurs here every thursday. All in all though the band played a decent set and they obviously love what they do and they were very tight and had a fan base. cant really say fairer than that. 6.6/10

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By Dave(crashdown) on 25th June 2005, 02:29 PM
WTDK are awesome and playing with Crashdown and One Man Race at the westport bar this monday (27th)
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By james666 on 27th June 2005, 06:00 PM
hey hey, this gig be tonite folks, everyone go!
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By fightfightfight on 17th July 2005, 09:19 PM
firkins is my local, fuck aye!
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By SLKguitarist on 26th July 2005, 01:24 AM
if your from the central area go to www.centralcene.co.uk ( go and have a look even if you arent from the central area!) yeah firkins is a fun place, isnt the best place for bands though
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By metalsuede on 29th July 2006, 08:53 PM
At Last, The Truth

You should avoid this place, because some very unsavoury characters drink there. One in particular, David Gillespie, AKA Dave the Poet is a real nasty piece of work. In addition to being a pathological liar and a cheat, he is also an alcoholic. Hense he spends most of his time propping up the bar in here, drinking his body weight in any booze he can get his hands on, like Falkirk's answer to Oliver Reed. Only fatter. And minus the talent.

At Last – The Truth

My name is Dave Gillespie
I like to tell a lie
And all my bullshit stories
Are pie in the sky

Don’t ask me why I tell them
I really don’t know why
And if I gave a reason
It would surely be a lie

Attention-seeking drama queen
I like to treat women like absolute dirt
I made a pass at my best friend’s girl
Scumbags? I am the worst!

Alcoholism is lots of fun
I drink beer at eleven AM
I lie to my family, I lie to women
I even lie to my friends

I like to cheat on women
I’m as filthy as a bog
I’ve been around the block more times
Than a tramp’s flea-ridden dog

And if I give jewels and trinkets to you
I’ll tell you they’re diamonds through and through
But they’re actually cubic, dirty and cheap
Which the pawnbroker laughed at – (read it and weep)

I have illnesses which no-one can name
(I can’t even name them myself)
A pathetic bid for attention
Another lie which I’ve freely dealt

If you think I’m a student then ask to see
The little card called my ‘student ID’
Alas, I don’t have one, I never did
Another lie from poisonous lips

I poison everything I touch
Everyone leaves me eventually
I’ve a string of exes who hate my guts
I’m a lying bastard – it’s plain to see!

I’m a sad, self-pitying fool
Who likes to feel sorry for number one
I’ve been beaten silly by lots of folks
I’m the biggest liar under the sun

I’m a scrounging pig, I steal CDs and rings
Which do not belong to me
I get girlfriends to buy me thousands of drinks
Until I’m more drunk than Oliver Reed

I cheat on this one, I cheat on that one
I can’t keep it in my pants
But I claim to be a puritan saint
I know nothing about romance

Romance to me is to sit in the pub
And drink until my shit is blue
And in the morning I like to think
Of lots more ways to lie to you

I like to quote philosophers
Although I’m as thick as two short planks
I mock the way my girlfriends look
(Although I’ve an arse like a German tank)

I make my way around all the girls
Who drink in Firkins pub
Twenty lies here, forty lies there
Sleazy hands on shoulders rub

I also have a motorbike
Which no-ones ever seen
Study philosophy at Uni
(Although I’ve never been)

“I’m a qualified sniper
A martial arts expert too”
I’d like to be a tortured genius
But my brain cells are too few

I profess to be a poet
But my poetry is piss
And anything I try to write
Won’t be as good as this

I’m not a poet, I never was
I lied about that as well
The only thing left for me to do
Is to rot in the flames of hell

If you’re smart, you’ll run, run like the wind
Before I mistreat you too
And if there is justice in this world
I’ll get exactly what I’m due

Every story has a moral
And this is the moral of mine
If you want to be respected
Don’t be a lying swine
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