The sleepy Jackson King Tuts Wah Wah Hut 14th July 2006

The scene was set. It was Friday night and work was over. It had been a beautiful day all day and I had friends coming up from London. I work on the same street as King Tuts wah wah hut and so had merely yards to walk from one pub to the next. What could go wrong?

Unfortunately no one told the egocentric Sleepy Jacksons that they had to show up. Now I don’t mean show up physically but this show was as bland a show as I have seen in many a year. I was sat downstairs waiting for my friend to show up but as I went to the bar half a dozen loud lads walked in and sat where I had been despite my jacket being there. So I thought F*** it ill just sit right among them. So I did and I said nothing and they nothing to me despite them continuing to act like arseholes of the highest degree.

I supped on my pint until finally I met up with the said friend off the Flight from Heathrow. I had bummed up the sleepy Jacksons to him filled him in on how tuts was legendary for gigs. So the scene was set.

They finally came onstage in a whimper! Then they twanged their opening with a slow pish ditty from the new album that had no one excited. The place was packed but the intro to the first song took so long people were getting uneasy and shouting to them to hurry the fuck up. Eventually they did and that was it. Pure duff from start to finish. What an ego!! No surprise from a guy who sacked his own brother and two others from the band after only one album. It seems he sacked the talent, as the new stuff was utter guff! They merely played good dancers and one other I cant remember now from the old album. No Miniskirt, no acid in my heart…nothing. It was like his statement that they were bigger than these old hits…as if they had produced 17 albums and had tired of playing them.

Then I noticed the twats from downstairs were stood there in front of me heckling them and suddenly I felt an affinity with them…they were shouting what I was thinking which I liked as it saved me from doing it!!

This was a band going nowhere for thinking they had been somewhere. They were merely showing promise but you know that way it can all diminish on the second album. Yep this was it!! No stage presence , no idea how to work a crowd and probably the most un rock n roll band I have ever seen. Yet what a massive ego! Crazy stuff!!!

Stumbled upon him being interviewed on Radio 1 the following day and concluded he was indeed a twat. And what a twat at that. Scott Mills struggled to hold it (him) together as he pretended and played out his position as a misunderstood rock god when in fact all he did was show acoustically that he in fact had zilch talent after all. End of!