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Who: Tumbler Renegade (Keane, Res, and Chesh) and Danny
When: 11 PMish
Where: Cult of Dionysus
Tumbler Renegade played for nearly two hours. The first set went very well - for having to do a bunch of covers, they were still pretty energetic about it. And if anything good could be said about Res, she knew how to work a crowd and wrap it around her little finger. Sometimes she wished they had another guitar player so she could really work the stage, but at the end of the day, she loved her guitar too much to part with it. If anyone else got a bitchin' guitar solo she'd probably get jealous, anyway.
The set featured covers ranging from the Kooks, Cold, Dropkick Murphy's, and a few other gems. They squeezed in a few original songs, which seemed to go over well. The turn-out had been pretty impressive - it seemed like a lot of the ship turned up to see some live music. For their final song, Res started on the keyboards, playing a soft, Tori Amos-style cover of Smells Like Teen Spirit. On the second verse she switched to electric guitar and the band kicked in, and she had to say - they rocked the fuck out of it. When it was over she wasn't even feeling her bad ankle, she was fuckin' pumped. She always was after a good show.
Keane was much the same way. He was all smiles as he took his bass off and waved to the crowd. He reckoned he and his friends were in for a bit of partying now -- they deserved it, right? He certainly thought so! He swung his arm around Res' neck and started leading her towards the bar, while Chesh followed. "Brilliant," he told her, as he flagged down the bartender. "Now we're having some fun."
When: 11 PMish
Where: Cult of Dionysus
Tumbler Renegade played for nearly two hours. The first set went very well - for having to do a bunch of covers, they were still pretty energetic about it. And if anything good could be said about Res, she knew how to work a crowd and wrap it around her little finger. Sometimes she wished they had another guitar player so she could really work the stage, but at the end of the day, she loved her guitar too much to part with it. If anyone else got a bitchin' guitar solo she'd probably get jealous, anyway.
The set featured covers ranging from the Kooks, Cold, Dropkick Murphy's, and a few other gems. They squeezed in a few original songs, which seemed to go over well. The turn-out had been pretty impressive - it seemed like a lot of the ship turned up to see some live music. For their final song, Res started on the keyboards, playing a soft, Tori Amos-style cover of Smells Like Teen Spirit. On the second verse she switched to electric guitar and the band kicked in, and she had to say - they rocked the fuck out of it. When it was over she wasn't even feeling her bad ankle, she was fuckin' pumped. She always was after a good show.
Keane was much the same way. He was all smiles as he took his bass off and waved to the crowd. He reckoned he and his friends were in for a bit of partying now -- they deserved it, right? He certainly thought so! He swung his arm around Res' neck and started leading her towards the bar, while Chesh followed. "Brilliant," he told her, as he flagged down the bartender. "Now we're having some fun."