Point Of Few, Fajita Kids, Soramame @ Big Bang, Barcelona SPA 27 December 2000
It’s about 650 km’s to Barcelona and the gig starts early so we get up at 7.30 am and I’m flied by the throat by the rather hyperactive house-cat. The sun is shining and the weather’s getting warm! We first drive to Badalona to pick up Italiano, the organizer, and dressed in true mid 70’s disco-style. We see he’s living together with Elias, member of E-150/Standstill. After picking up vocal equipment and instruments for the Fajita Kids, we drive to the Big Bang which is a bar in the middle of Barcelona centre and is only opened for concerts. Everything goes well (I suffered a near-traumatic driving experience in BCN during the Ação Direta tour; entry: sheer roads, narrow streets, BIG van, stoned guide, lots of traffic…) and oh wonder (!) we find a perfect nearby parking space. When we arrive at the bar, it’s already crowded. At first it seems more like a private concertparty but after 11 pm more and more people start coming in. Most E-150’s are present, as is old crazy friend Boliche (ex-Subterranean Kids) who took a bunch of Dutchies along. Appears one of them have played in the almighty Neuroot! Fajita Kids play catchy punkrock, midtempo and uptempo songs. I like the faster stuff. Like early Gluecifer. I’m rooted to the ground when Soramame plays. A truly stunning performance. Definitely one of the best hardcorebands I’ve witnessed in 2000. Hyperfast, machine-like power violence with typical E-150 style tempo’s and breaks. This is the shit!! Obviously they’ve lots of friends in the room coz they’re going the crazy way. Pile-Ons, crowdsurfing, silly dancing, pant-jerking… PoF are better than yesterday. After some songs, the people warm up and there’s some busy crowdsurf traffic with occasionally Marco passing by. After the gig, the crew launch loud acappella singing in the van (mostly spanish language songs done by Dutch artists like Jodi Bernal or really bad ones like Viva España – fortunately our Spanish travellers are very amused), breakdance in the streets, and I twist abit of Bolle’s wrist as revenge on yesterday’s attack on my right kneecap. Jop has a hard time forgetting his French and keeps mixing it with spanish words. Very funny. Back at Italiano’s place at 12 in the nite, we startle his neighbours by crying out birthday songs. Yes, it’s his anniversary. We get dinner (great tasty couscous), laugh at the hilarious Seein’Red picture in the bookcase, and watch the E-150/Standstill video recorded in Horst, Utrecht and Hoogeveen. Around 2 am the rest goes out to Barcelona centre to party but Eva and me decide to get some rest.