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Pretty Boy Floyd, The Renegade Playboys and The Plastix @ The Underworld, Camden 15/02/04 Pretty much a de rigor opening act at any TB Records endorsed gig now Nottingham’s The Plastix consistently provide a lively wake-up call to kick off an evening. Dealing in a messy Glam-punk stomp, that references a more punky KISS, and singing about the simple teenage politics of it not being fair and playing music loud because we want to, they’re a familiar and not too challenging start to the night, who seem to get people in the mood for further goodtime rock’n’roll to follow. What’s not so consistent is the bands ever changing image, from painted KISS style aliens a couple years back, through classic slap-n-platforms Glam to today’s Manga-themed superhero look, which involves frontman Stu gluing plastic spikes to his head. The Renegade Playboys are a similarly constantly evolving conundrum, going through numerous line-up changes since Bubblegum Slut last saw them maybe 3 years back they now contain only one original member, but finally seem to have found a formula that works, sounding tighter and more together than ever before. Trailing a uniform of long hair, bandannas and fishnet they look as much a Motley Crue style gang as a band. Musically the look to less heavy icons of their adolescence, reminding a bit of Bon Jovi, and when the keyboards come out for a sensitive ballad, the tail end of cock-rock when AOR started to seep in. Frontman Yorkie is a contagious whirlwind of energy centerstage, falsetto yelling through the likes of ‘Bad Girls’ and ‘Rain Song’, while stage left razor cheek-boned guitar virtuoso and newest addition Sebz is sure to have the girls swooning and the boys rushing to their bedrooms to practice those solos in the hope of having the same effect. Its with
some apprehension I await Pretty Boy Floyd’s arrival onstage. Last time
they graced the Underworld they were a coked-up mess, so desperate for
action bassist Leslie scrawled ‘Fuck Me’ on his chest, which is of course
exactly the kind of state I want my debauched rock’n’roll bands to be
in. I just want them to be able to remember how to play their own songs,
too. So infamously appalling was that last performance Steve even tried
to excuse it tonight, “We were up all the night before, doing coke and
screwing girls” he shrugs. Tonight the bands abilities are vastly improved,
although certainly not thanks to plenty of rehearsals and early nights,
a highlight is when they pull two teenage girls, present the PBF party
the night before on stage and proudly announce “Who would have thought
Pretty Boy Floyd would still be getting 16 year old girls in 2004?”,
before kissing them both and sending them off backstage. Oh no, this
is not the bloated, sober and hindsight ridden world of Aerosmith or
Motley Crue, PBF are just as dumb and decadent as when they started
out in 1980. Consequently they still play weekend anthems ‘48 Hours
To Rock’ and ‘Rock’n’Roll (Is Gonna Set The Night On Fire)’ from debut
‘Leather Boys With Electric Toyz’ with some degree of conviction, and
think making sexist jibes about dead Grunge stars is hilarious.The hits
are padded out with a couple songs lifted from ‘Pornstars’, a pair of
new tracks and cover of ‘Toast Of The Town’, although Leslie is still
heard to complain “Oh man, tonight’s going so fast, I certainly know
*my* heart is racing”. As the end draws nigh Steve decides ‘all the
pretty girls’ should get onstage for the final number, before they quit
the stage only to return a minute later for an encore of KISS’s ‘Rock’n’Roll
All Night’ which pretty anthemically sums up the ethos of the whole
genre. Pretty Boy Floyd are the last dumb outpost of cock-rock, not
even making an attempt at ‘cool’ they still act like they’re 14 and
think they’re the first people to discover narcotics, write naughty
words on themselves (yeah, again), make your wife/mum/dog jokes and
go no deeper that the bottom of the bottle of JD self-consciously placed
on the stage. As they say themselves, who would’ve thought they’d still
be screwing our maidens and taking our money in 2004?
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