EUROPE - GOTHENBURG, ABYSS
Coffee in Scandinavia makes me want to commit crimes. Granted I am hungover/dehydrated/ something else, but this coffee is pure methamphetamine.
Ashley: ‘Every day I email the promoters to tell them Inhuman Nature do not need an hour slot to play’. What could she be trying to tell us?
Abyss is really cool, like the Dev of Gothenburg. Consummate dedication and professionalism from the sound tech. Really good show of hungry hungry maniacs, very many shirtless lads moshing about. Many skullets on parade. One mulletmaniac: ‘Do you have adhd? I have adhd and I think you have it too! That’s not a mohawk that’s a MULLETHAWK.’ Finally someone gets me.
Will never get used to Swedes wanting autographs. We’re in the home of GBG hardcore for christ sake, I’m just happy to be here.
By the end of their set High Command are all shirtless (Berg’s birthday) and probably 90% of the room too. I’m absolutely shitface-arseholed. Chris Drums stage dives like crazy. Ben marches about on stage. Kevin commands me, so up I go shirtless and do a sword solo - use it as a guitar but mostly swing and thrust it around. The performance is an embarrassment not just to my ancestors, but possibly the ancestors of everybody present.
As master of Van Tetris I berate everybody (‘I’m surrounded by snakes!’) at load out including pedestrians (‘If you don’t stop singing fucking Def Leppard at me I’ll shit in your fucking mouth’). How these guys put up with me. High Command have taken to calling me Sid Delicious. It’s only taken them the whole tour to concoct that, but better late than never.
At the hostel Momager shows us how to make beds, hangs up my vest for me/good of the room - ‘It was stankin.’ How will we go on without this woman. Drunk in bed listening to ‘Maybe Tomorrow’ and enjoying the Full Spectrum of Emotions. How has it gone by so quick.
The sour milk smell of vomit seeps out of High Command’s room - 7/11 hot dogs and titty bar. Had a quick sputtering vomit myself in the shower. Day can begin anew now.