Over our time down here in That London we have seen and done a lot of strange things. We’ve eaten hummus, we’ve ridden trains that only go underground, we’ve bought expensive drinks and we’ve tried out strange exercise techniques. However, none of these exotic pursuits have ever been quite so unsettling as our experiences of That London’s entertainment scene. One such strange encounter was our recent journey to see a curious band called Gentleman.
We were initially attracted to this performance troupe by their homely name – “Gentleman”. Tired of the strange characters we encountered in our daily That London pursuits we were excited by the prospect of sitting down for a couple of hours with some light entertainment from the aforementioned Gentle Men. Unfortunately, the night turned out to be in no way like an ‘evening with Fred Dibnah’, and its fair to say these members were in no way like the Gentle Men we had expected to meet.
Indeed, the oddities began even before the Gentlemen played their first note. Unlike the classy pubs of the North, the venue for the evening’s entertainment had decided to use its cellar space not for the storage of good beer, but actually for the staging of the Gentleman’s performance. Perturbed by this strange arrangement but still keen to sample exotic That London music we journeyed into the cellar and were immediately greeted by the second oddity our evening. The Gentlemen themselves. Each member had hair longer than a sheep’s in a Yorkshire winter and were each frocked in sparkling suits that would have put even the most committed Butlins performers to shame.
With such strange chaps on stage and without an Accordion or a Ferret in sight we knew this would be a strange night of ‘entertainment’. The Gentlemen, we were told by a man in a wax jacket and voluminous hat before the gig, were a ‘psychedelic-indie’ group. We were unsure what this That London phrase meant and were completely unprepared for the noises we were about to encounter.
As the band began to play it became clear that the Gentlemen’s music was completely alien to that played in the working mens clubs of Rotherham or Worksop. The lead Gentle Man embarked on a long screeching song as the Gentle Man to his left, a synth-player with a dazzling suit, pulled a face at him as if to say: “God, aren’t we are great at playing music!”.
The Gentlemen continued with their ‘psychedelic-indie’ noises long into the night pulling faces and brushing their strange suits. We were wowed by their efforts but ultimately left the venue feeling more confused about That London life than we were when we entered. Nevertheless we had an enjoyable evening and after some time spent recovering from the strange experiences now feel ready to face the oddities of That London once more.
If you would like to try and figure out the Gentlemen for yourself you can, by clicking this link to their teletext page.