New Chapter in the history of Dog fuck

[Dirty Bristow]

Hello people,

Can I please draw your attention to the fact that Steve has written his perspective of the history of Dog fuck and I have posted it on the website under the history section in place of Matt's piece, which did a stirling job and will no doubt make a reappearance when Chip's on nights sometime and I get borded and start fiddling again...

It's also on the Myspace site.

Thank you and good night.

DB

[muddycoffee]

Thanks DB,
The piece is very firmly from my point of view.
With reference to the brilliant Motley Crue autobiography,
It would be a lot of fun if others could take sections of it and write their view of the same events. Especially if they disagree.

You could have a section on the main web site called "The Official Dogfuck autobiography"
And cut up my history into sections and invite others to give their differing views of the same parts.

There are many people who are mentioned, it would be lots of fun to get them to disagree in print with parts of their role in the story..

[duriechstsogut]

Good history!

"I don't know which shop to go to"
Hahahahaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!

Ah, the memories.
Nothing to disagree with especially.
The first gig at the non-pots is a bit of a hazy memory. I was there quite early, around tea-time, to watch, um, I mean help the band lug their equipment in and set up.
I think I arrived clutching a smoke machine which I don't think was actually used.
Anyway, I commenced at the bar, so by the time Dogfuck hit the stage running, I was suitably shitfaced. In fact the night concluded with being thrown out of a party, stumbling to the corp and not being able to remember anything after that.

The whole do was actually an "alternative" Christmas do, arranged by Sir Nailbag, for people from the Hallamshire hospital theatres who would rather get pissed in a decent venue and listen to noisy music for a few quid rather than spend a small fortune sitting next to some boring doctor, drinking overpriced wine and eating a five course meal in some toss-hole.

It actually got me into trouble, cos it clashed with the "official" Christmas party, arranged by one of my co-workers on which I had already booked.
Obviously, the lure of loads of bitter and punk covers proved stronger than that of microwaved turkey and chit-chat about house prices or whatever, so I hurled my posh trousers into a corner, pulled on my ox-bloods and stomped off down Eccy road to see Nailbag's arrival on the live music circuit.

It was a great night, as you say. Lots of people, great atmos, Nailbag covered in knickers, and even a bit of a pit at the end (I think) to Nirvana or whatever.
All this, and being very drunk, made up for the rough-around-the-edges performance and occasionally suspect cover choices. Everyone from work who went said it was a ball.

The gig at the Lescar was an improvement.
The place was hot and packed, and everyone who had been at the last gig remarked on how much better it was. Paul (then new guitarist) was clearly terrified much to several people's amusement, but played well and soloed properly unlike his predecessor.
Bristow and Nailly himself were more confident and the inimitable Toe beat the living shit out of his long suffering kit, as we have grown to expect nothing less.

I remember a grinning Phil Merch announcing to Mucous "They're better than you lot!"

[muddycoffee]

Matt those are great details,

Are you listening you filthy Bristow!

What I would really like to know from you next Matt, are some greasy dirty details of the house share you underwent with Nailbag.

[bish]

I claim to have named the band. Over a beer and Goth Juice with Prof Nailbag in The Washington Naily told of a punk fest in some out of season seaside resort. He pulled a badly reproduced bill of bands from his pocket and we laughed at the name of one of the bands who were called Dogfuck. I said Dave whenn you go get me a t shirt -thats hillarius. He returned the week later saying there was no Dogfuck -his poster had missed a line and mixed up two band names one called dog somethig one called fuck something. It was at this point I said Nailly if you ever get that band together you should call it Dogfuck.
I first came across Dogfuck at the non-pots gig. Don't look for it, its not there anymore The drummer wore a dress and was related to his replacement who is too metal to wear a dressbut would go onto to ear a zombi mask. I remember standing at the bar with Muddy ,Murray( fuckwit) and Chris Hinckler I think ,oh and Brod (drunk Aussie). I remember being knocked out by the bands punktuality ,cross dressing and general juvenile twattery. I don't really recall any songs. I remember it more as a performance piece whose sonic rumblings would later go onto to prove the root cause of Foundation Fribulation Reverberation (BA Honours Housing Studies) . The Pots had to be demolished.
The Lescar gig was pretty much as described by others- the band had definatly dumped their non league status and sucessfully applied for promotion to 4th Division mega status.One cause aside from upping the muso content of the and could have been Ciarans image refinement(he had'nt become Dirrty at this point)-a serious nail polish and eyeliner habit were forming fast upping the look stakes.
I do recall going to another early gig ,but strictly what numba this was you'd have to check with Dirrty B.It was at the Nottingham House. I was outrageously drunk ,but I do remember the band playing well supporting blues rock n roll pirates- Dosch.
Was there ever a promotional poster for the memorable bill where local heroes the twats and the fuckwits supported Dogfuck? Does anyone know?

[duriechstsogut]

Ah yes, I forgot Bristow's dabbling with the slap. There was a definite Brian Molko thing going on for a while. Maybe he should resurrect it, if only to annoy the hell out of the Toe?

[toe]

He could only do it if we also resurrected Nancy Boy as a cover: at the end of which I'd ceremonially skewer DB with a drumstick. While wearing a zombie mask.

[muddycoffee]

toe said:

He could only do it if we also resurrected Nancy Boy as a cover: at the end of which I'd ceremonially skewer DB with a drumstick. While wearing a zombie mask.

You moved on to drumsticks now?
How civilised,
I thought you used your bare hands and your head.