Review: Cud, Rescue Rooms, by Steve Oliver
FOR a city that, according to Twitter "rocks", support bands get a very short shrift. If everyone had bothered to leave the bar, or put their cigarettes out and come inside, they would have seen a blistering opener from The Amber Herd.
Of all the 1990s bands doing the rounds, Cud didn't make the breakthrough they deserved. They disbanded in 1995, avoiding the Britpop label, and although John Peel gave them a session on the strength of a demo, their highest chart position was number twenty four.
Tonight, performing in front of a slideshow of record sleeves, NME covers, and old photos, Cud were on fine form.
An appreciative roar filled the room for Oh No That Won't Do, and the crowd were by now all pogo-ing along in the front of the stage. An invasion by a dancing crowd member turned out to be all part of the act, and he returned during the encore for more.
Only pausing between songs for water, the chat was kept to a minimum as they had a back catalogue to perform.
One day I might review a band from this century, but they might not rock as hard as Cud did tonight.