Halloween!

Back to the Badninch for the second time in two weeks, and this time with the intention of giving this most loyal wing of the Tone Army (The Panther Division), a seasonal freak out at their Barracks.

Bernie was a zombie serial killer ready to pounce, Bunting was Gene Simmons' undertaker brother, Turner was ready to piss all over anyone who wouldn't be stabbed in the gums as a faithful 'Boosh Hitcher, and Mark brought his gammy elbow.

After warming up for the first half, our wonderful Bradninch audience came good in the second. The youngest mosh pit in history (average age 7) was a bloody but family affair, and once they'd been peeled up and packed off to bed things got really messy.

We love playing Bradninch. We'll be back in the New year storming the Castle Walls once again, then again, then again and again, so we'll see you there. For now, we've got November off. So, back to the dressing up box...

Love ya!

Clip Clop

Ahhh Taunton... Where better for us to play but a town that had renamed it's river in our honour following our trip up the M5 last year? This is the furthest outpost of Tonedom bar Surrey, so we knew we'd better pull out the stops. And what a crowd!

We know we're in a good place when folk are dancing before we've started...

We know folks have decorum when they whoop it up all the way through the first set, politely not mentioning we forgot to turn the PA on...

We know we want to come back for more when we have a thoroughly lovely time and you wonderful crowdsters seemed to too!

So you tonesters, see you next time! Lobby your local landlady, we'll be back!

Ready the Trebuchet!

Man the Battlements!

It was time for our first trip to the Castle at Bradninch since the festival, and we were up for a revisit of those highs (well, you'd be mad not to be let's face it!).  We were chock full of Red Bull and Jamesons by showtime, and although we were a little slow off the blocks, the wonderful Castle dwellers of Bradninch were once again giving us all the encouragement we needed.

There were laughs and cheers, the inevitable fall over the monitors, drum solos, comedy squeaking harmonicas, cheap sexual innuendo and the best room full of drunken dancing people since the last one! Brilliant! Bradninch, we'll back before you know it (Halloween Party Down The Cricket Club anyone?).

Love you lot. Now, we must away to give Taunton a ruddy good going over.

Seeya up the Racehorse!

X

Rock and F*ckin Bowl!

That's right, it was time for another visit to Exeter's home of marvellous music The Bowling Green! We love playing at the BeeGee, and with good reason - what a crowd! From the stage diving regulars and bemused freshers to the three goddesses who had arrived from another planet under the impression they were in Madison Avenue ca 1954, we love you all!

The night was a blast, our set is nearing perfection... Classics all the way, and once we hit Live and Let Die, non stop pop lunacy all the way until closing!

As you'll know from previous Blogs, it has been clinically proven that The Bowling Green have the best looking bar staff in the Northern Hemisphere - and led by Sue the Boss Lady (who found our set very refreshing) we now know they also have the best moves. Equal parts stylish, graceful and downright naughty, we salute you.

See you next time on 28th December to celebrate Sues 30th and make good on that promise of ABBA...

Love ya! X