Loud…What? … I said Loud … You said What?
So, shaking the gorilla by the paw, we headed off
into the sunset and found our way to Fontaines. Fontaine Palace
was where Katriina worked when she wasn’t keeping us vaguely organised,
and it was also where we were to be doing our final show at the
end of the week. As we walked in the door, the first and most indisputable
impression was that there was a thrash/heavy/death/add extended
genre metal band doing their sound check, and they were doing it
LOUD. As in ‘putting up shelves with powertools at midnight
when they’re nailing the shelves to your eardrums’ LOUD.
There were a few other people sitting around, and you could see
the strained faces as they sat in their groups, trying to do things
other than listen to the sound of dieing chainsaws giving birth
coming from the stage.
As you may have guessed from this, Fontaine Palace
is not a palace so much as a bar/club. We sat ourselves down, and
words were passed, although I’m not sure any of them were heard,
and the waitress/bar staff headed off to organise food. We sat and
attempted to make conversation, by shouting at each other across
the table, but in the end just ended up laughing at the futility
of the attempts.
As the food came, and we sat there with a well
earned feed, trying to converse, it was quite frankly painful, if
funny. The band would play a quarter of a song, stop for just long
enough for us to get in half a sentence, and then start again before
you could finish it. Most of the conversation at this point had
needless to say come down to variations of “aren’t the band loud”,
so it wasn’t like you needed to make a full sentence anyway.