The second night of Stormblast introduced our first – of many – guest DJs over the few years that the night ran. We always had a policy of suggestions for songs we should play – extreme metal was, and still is, an extraordinarily broad church – and so having other DJs in as we needed, […]
For the first eighteen months of tcf, it was a bit of a shotgun marriage between industrial and (ever-extreme) metal.
The third and longest phase of tcf began here, as my previous night split into two. tcf very much changed after this point, as we began to explore the outer realms of industrial that bit more.
The second phase of tcf ended at this point, as I was unexpectedly offered the chance to take over Thursdays at The Nelson, too – which resulted in the metal that I was playing shifting to Stormblast.
Bringing down the curtain on the first run of tcf, and ending my ties with Huddersfield – particularly as the West Riding closed not that much longer after I left.
Black Sheep last night was loads of fun. A busy night, and it was really warm in that small club.
The latter was a bit crap, really – the usual disorganisation etc (my setlist below, I’m going to keep the rest of my views away from here).
Last night was good fun. Not too bad a turnout.
Attendance was small, but good to see those that did make the effort, thanks for coming down. For what it’s worth I was not entirely keen on it being on a Sunday evening either. Some fascinating rumour/conjecture at the end of the night, ears to the ground on that one.
It was a short run, but the weekly nights in Huddersfield came to an end the week I moved to Sheffield. They would continue monthly for a little while longer.
The second generation of tcf, if you will, began at The Nelson in June 2004, and began a near-weekly run for quite some time.
This was my first guest DJ appearance in Leeds, and was at the now long-gone Phono, as a guest of Phono Paul at the Sunday night institution in Leeds that was Black Sheep. Only my set is listed.
Edition thirteen.
Another slow start.
A hot night, after an unexpected week off the previous week.
Ten nights. Already.
Night number nine, and we continue.
Another not-so busy night.
My first guest slot in Huddersfield, standing in for a friend at the-then more “classic” metal night Necroscope.
Bank Holiday Mondays – proof that they aren’t necessarily a good night to put something on, on.
