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| The first ever gig as The Screaming Blue Messiahs | The Clarendon, Hammersmith,
London Great name – shame about the image – or so it would seem. Those first impressions again, just can't trust 'em. The Screaming Blue Messiahs certainly don't look promising, but that noise! They're as attractive as a whopping great spot on the chin, and just as compelling. When they burst forth with screaming blue invective, the reaction is stunned surprise. Mainman Bill Carter is Alexie Sayle after a course of Wilko Johnson stagecraft tuition. The man who demolishes Joe Jackson's claims to the title of Ugliest Man in Rock careers around the sparse stage. Carter's henchmen comprise of the unlikely looking bassist Chris Thompson, who resembles an aging probation officer with a habit of raising his eyebrows in the manner of Stan Laurel, and Kenny Harris, who knocks the stuffing out of his drum kit. The Messiahs mercilessly flail the thin audience with scorchers from their keenly awaited mini-album 'Good And Gone', adopting a 'real gone' guise that harks back to the Birthday Party with a shot of rhythm 'n' blues, a Gun Club with real live ammo. Pop-pickers, tear down those Duran Duran posters, throw away those Bananarama records, accept the unacceptable!
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