The changing face of Chumbawamba
I gave myself a night off from seemingly endless work, and went to see Chumbawamba at the WMC this evening with my new friends Lorraine and Mark. What an experience.
See, the last time I saw Chumbawamba was roughly when the Anarchy album came out - 1994 or thereabouts. It was a jumpy-up-and-downy, sweaty giggy affair. It was fun. It was a gig.
Now I'm an old geezer and I live in a posh town, and the Chumbas are mellowing in their middle age too, and they do concerts these days. At the WMC, there's even an interval. With ice cream.
They played "Homophobia" from Anarchy, which made me smile because it was so nice to hear something I knew inside-out. But I was singing along to all the other stuff, all the newer (and older) stuff I'd never heard before, because it's all so incredibly tuneful and catchy.
Chumbawamba are fantastic musicians, superb singers, and great fun to watch. The harmonies make your body hair stand on end. This was the best gig I've been to in years.
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