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      L.A. GUNS,  The Underworld, CamdenSunday 9 Oct 2011
 
       
      Into their
		third decade (and who knows how many different incarnations) the Phil
		Lewis version of the L.A. Guns hit town on Sunday, headlining The
		Underworld in Camden. It's a sad reflection of their weakening pulling
		power that the only London date on a minor tour of Europe should be at
		this dank and dark hell-hole of a venue. 
		 
       
      The first
		band to take the stage tonight were the Gypsy Pistoleros, who,
		for the uninitiated, are a mix of sleaze rock and Spanish flamenco
		delivered in a Brummie accent. 
		 
      They had
		brought a reasonable number of fans from the Midlands, and their
		crowd-pleasing opener Bandido got the venue rocking nicely. 
		 
      After their
		fourth song, Pistolero, frontman Lee announced a new record deal, one of
		whose clauses insisted that the band not perform live when drunk...
		"Shit, I've never heard us play sober!". 
		 
      Well, the
		poor sound quality was in no small part due to the lack of technical
		ability of the venue's sound engineer (a recurring problem throughout
		the night) rather than lack of drink on the band's part. 
		 
      Having last
		seen them at The Bulldog Bash in 2010, I can safely say that the venue
		on Sunday did them a great disservice. 
 Set List: Bandido, As Close As You'll Ever Be, Hotel De La Muerte,
		Pistolero, Livin' Down With The Gypsies, Livin' La Vida Loca, Para
		Siempre and Ay Que Dolor
 
       
      Next up were
		Seattle based glam rockers Prophets of Addiction. If old
		fashioned 1980s down 'n' dirty sleaze glam is what you want, the
		Prophets will deliver, with aplomb. 
		 
      In some ways
		they reminded me of the early years of Hanoi Rocks, while singer Lesli
		Sanders (formerly with Pretty Boy Floyd) can at times sound like Axl
		Rose himself. 
		 
      While most
		of the songs in their set can be found on their debut album "Babylon
		Boulevard" a punk metal version of Maggie May was thrown in for good
		measure. 
		 
      Overall,
		their mix of metal power ballads (Self Portrait, Where Are You Now) punk
		(Rejection) and sleaze glam (Babylon Boulevard, Alter of Altercation,
		Kick It In, etc) entertained the gathering crowd.
 Set List: Babylon Boulevard, Rejection, Alter of Altercation, Self
		Portrait, Kick It In, Trigger, Still Alive, Maggie May, Where Are You
		Now, Hang Me Up
 
       
      The final
		warm up act of the evening were Damn Dice, formed at the
		beginning of this year, but whose line up was only completed some four
		months ago. 
		 
      Being the
		cultural melting pot that it is, this London based band consists of
		French brothers Wallis (guitar) and Fransoa (drums) who are joined by
		Italian Marco (bass) and our very own Bobby Valentine (vocals) to create
		a high-energy sleazy hard rock sound. 
		 
      Having
		already supported tribute band Guns 2 Roses, it was perhaps fitting that
		they should support the L.A. Guns on the European part of the tour. 
		 
      While they
		certainly had their supporters in the crowd, I personally felt they were
		trying just too hard to be another Guns 'n Roses. Maybe, given time,
		they will find their own sound, but most of their current songs lacked
		depth and originality. 
		 
      Interspersed
		with their own creations, we were also treated to a few covers,
		including Bon Jovi's You Give Love A Bad Name, helped with a couple of
		dancers on stage to give us all a flavour of what it must have been like
		to have been at the Whisky A Go Go on Sunset Strip in the heyday of
		bands such as Motley Crue, L.A. Guns and Whitesnake. 
		 
      Maybe this
		band will be worth catching again once they've been together a little
		longer, and at a time when they're not coming to the end of what has
		been, for them, an exhausting few weeks.
 Set List: All Night Long, One More, Taking Over, It's a Miracle, Tears
		in The Night, You Give Love A Bad Name, In Your Eyes, Spin Me Round and
		Roll The Dice
 
        
 
      Looking
		like the evil child catcher from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, and hiding
		various ladies' knickers inside his long leather coat, Phil Lewis
		marches on stage and takes control. 
 
 
      So, just who
		are the real L.A. Guns? We've all seen Spinal Tap, but had the
		film makers based the story on the L.A. Guns it would have been thrown
		out as being too unbelievable... band member leaves, changes name and
		re-joins, leaves again to form bigger band while others return, split
		up, form two different bands with the same name, launch albums and tour
		separately... huh???? 
		 
      Well, so it
		is with The L.A. Guns. Also touring Europe earlier this year were Tracii
		Gun's version of the L.A. Guns, who received mixed reviews including a
		very poor one from The Scotsman when they played The Classic Grand. 
		 
       
      The Phil
		Lewis version on view tonight, however, was a different kettle of fish.
		Looking like the evil child catcher from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, and
		hiding various ladies' knickers inside his long leather coat, Phil Lewis
		marches on stage and takes control. 
		 
      Opening up
		with It Don't Mean Nothing and Gypsy Soul from "Tales from the Strip",
		the set really took off with Sex Action and the delightfully raw Never
		Enough. 
		 
       
      With a line
		up consisting of Stacey Blades (Guitar), Scott Griffin (Bass) and Steve
		Riley (Drums) this version of the Guns (the best in my opinion) ripped
		through song after delightful song from the first three albums, "L.A.
		Guns", "Cocked & Loaded" and "Hollywood Vampires" before finishing off
		with Electric Gypsy, Ballad of Jayne and Rip and Tear. 
 Set List: It Don't Mean Nothin, Gypsy Soul, Sex Action, Never Enough,
		Over The Edge, I Wanna be Your Man, Vampire, My Koo Ka Choo, Sleazy Come
		Easy Go, Showdown, Hellraisers Ball, Electric Gypsy, Ballad of Jayne and
		Rip and Tear
 
 
 As for The Underworld itself, it continues, indeed flies the flag for
		that Camden tradition of "I don't give a fuck"... disgusting toilets
		that are maybe cleaned once a year, surly staff, over-priced drinks,
		poor sound quality and a lighting rig that merely needs adjusting so
		that it lights the stage and not the walls or the floor just in front of
		the stage!
 
 
 Review and
		photos by Bob Singleton
 
		
		
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