Comfortably settled in prime position amongst candles and on cushions, with our backs to the speakers and a disgusting vodka jug in hand, we let Farryl Purkiss - with the addition of super-nice-guy Mr Sakitumi on bass - ease us into the night.
Our comfy position became more rousing once George and boys took to the pretty fairy-lit centre stage, however. Heavy bass caused such reverberation in the speakers as to make hands quiver, give blurry vision and cause a buzzing in the throat. All Taxi Violence gigs should be experienced as such, nuff said.
Taxi Violence also set precedent for possibly the first-ever sitting-down crowd surf. A bit underwhelming and floppy, as could be expected, but a first is a first. TV certainly hold their own at the more chilled-out acoustic vibes, which allows more focus to be fixed on lyrics and structure, but their true nature is fast and hard. This seems irresistible to them as the last couple of songs got the band, and everyone else, up on their feet and the previously more restrained George seemed to breathe a growl of relief to be free to pace around on stage in that sculky predatory way of his.
Less aggressive, but no less intense. Unplugged TV was as good as ever.
