And for the record, this is something he recorded for the fans to show them all his majestic pre-gig rituals.

From playing horrible branded beer based academies, arenas and festivals, it’s a great milestone for any band, The Futurehead’s are no exception. After gigging around the North-East for to long, they finally got their spring bored to stardom with Hounds Of Love.

However, The Futureheads tonight played a very special and unique gig. In association with lovely tasting Gaymers cider and Channel 4, they aimed to take bands back to their hometown roots. And hecklerspray was there to see the band rekindle their love for Sunderland and play an intimate set for a handful of lucky competition winners.

What made the gig an automatic winner for us was the cost of the thing. Absolutely bloody nothing. We were quite jammy and won a pair of tickets for the band set. All we had to worry about was getting in and out of the murky town otherwise known as Sunderland.

Upon arrival the good old game of waiting in a queue started. And it seemed to go on and on. Never before have we stood chatting aimlessly before. But then again, it was for free, so we couldn’t complain too much. Finally, after Channel 4 stopped filming random people in the crowd for sound bites which will make them look like morons, the line of people slowly entered two by two in to the pub. The bouncers played Noah from the ark as they made sure we weren’t going to either film the gig or kill someone to death.

We also got some lovely free cider. Never a bad thing in anyone’s book. Now all we had to do was patiently wait for the nervous looking roadies, directors, cameramen and lighting bods to sort things out. All in this time we consumed more alcohol. Since there was no support band, it was up to beer and our imagination to entertain ourselves. It did the trick.

Soon, the band did hit the stage and went straight in to a furious rendition of Decent Days And Night. The crowd who seemed slightly timid before they started playing soon burst in to life. Probably to the disapproval of cameramen who didn’t want to be pushed and jostled around by cidered up youths. With this being a competition based gig there was a slight feeling that it wasn’t a gig for the people, and more for those lucky enough to be there. They did eventually warm up to the songs being played to them, a mix of the two old albums and the soon to be released third.

Of course, the cover version of Kate Bush’s classic got the loudest cry of the night. Is it a good thing or a bad omen to be known as that band that did a decent cover? Regardless of this, it seems that the band have locked themselves away and worked hard on this new record. The first single Beginning Of The Twist is an energetic number that has all the great makings of a successful song. A catchy tune and a sing able chorus is here, but what remains to be seen is how much press they can gain from this and future singles.

After being dropped from 679 records, the band decided to go it alone and do their own thing. Kind of like Radiohead and Elbow but not so much as a rebellion. It just means they have more freedom to do what they want, manage themselves and not have a businessman tell them what to do.

All of the band were totally up for it tonight. They truly put their heart and soul in to what they were doing. It’s not often you can play in your hometown and in a venue that is bloody tiny. With the new songs played, it defiantly seems The Futureheads are back with a record to make up for the slight slip up that was their second album.

This will be shown on Channel 4 in the near future, so more then likely you’ll see a gormless looking hecklerspray writer trying to look cool and trendy.

We're sometimes a bit more tolerant, however. If we're out to see a band or performer we have genuine admiration and respect for, then we're nothing but a bundle of joy and happiness all night long. Bearing that rule in mind, it's probably a good thing that we were nowhere near The Hospital bar in Covent Garden on Tuesday night, as an event took place that would have seen us embark on a rage-filled, blood-splattered frenzy of which that man with the big gun from Predator would have been proud.

Peaches Geldof played a gig.

The teen socialite – a creature whose uselessness is so powerful not even daylight can escape – apparently strapped on a bass guitar and attempted to strum a couple of tunes while mewling out vocals. She was accompanied by a band called Rodnik. You can check out their website here. Someone at Dazed And Confused would probably label them 'ironic bohemian subversives cleverly manipulating established art forms for a new generation'. We'll just settle for 'cunts.' Or possibly 'pointless trust-fund-leeching cunts', if we were feeling creative.

Evidently the audience at the Hospital were on hecklerspray's wavelength. During the course of a three-song set, Peaches – no doubt looking like her usual self, i.e. a gerbil crawling out of the wreckage of a firebombed Ms. Selfridges – forget her lyrics and generally made a shambling mess of herself. The assembled crowd decided that stepping outside to freeze in the present Easter ice age was a better option, and thus the venue vacated itself faster than Heather Mills in a marriage.

Rodnik's reaction? They finished their show by 'trashing their equipment' – something which has definitely never, ever been done by any band ever in the history of rock music. Ever.

Whether Geldof will attempt some sort of comeback remains to be seen. There are plenty of opportunities, though: we're sure that Wembley Civic Centre needs someone to scare the rats away, or alternatively Peachy-babes and the boys could reassemble for a self-help night hecklerspray is organising called 'Things May Be Bad Right Now, But Just Thank The Weeping Baby Christ You're Not One Of These Worthless Dullards.'

Failing that, she could always fall back on her usual routine – hanging around Shoreditch bars, expecting everyone within a ten-metre radius to suddenly spin around, drop their drink in amazement and scream 'oh my god, it's you, it's really you!'.

We're not going to look, okay, sweetheart? We're just not.

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