Having taken some time off from working on the degree project last night, Both Nat and I took in the sights of the Wolverhampton Union to see a band called Tukazon (no relation to the Evil Takazuki Corp which I fear runs our daily lives but that’s another story) featuring one of my mates, Mr Russ H (you’ll have seen him on the Facebook malarkey) who basically mentioned it in passing and invited us.

Well who can pass up a relatively free meal of music, given that there were meant to be preceding music from some people called “Walko and the misterons” and “Py N Mash”.

The problems I have with student unions though are it is a student place filled with 3 year olds up their own bottom thinking that everyone else is stupid, and also the beer once cheaper than everywhere else, is now mostly the same price or as I discovered midway through the evening, out-of date.

Still that shouldn’t stop from enjoying the music.

It’s just a shame that the first two acts were complete b******ks.

Seriously I feel sexually violated in the ears by these people and I must ask a simple question. When is talking really really fast down a microphone along to various bits of bang bang good? Everyone it appears thinks that they are Emememememem or whatever his bloody name is, and frankly someone should go take them out the back and shoot them.

They’re not even proper bands; they just have their music pre-recorded while they spill out whatever drivel they are singing about, something about running out of milk or something. Who cares?

Believe me I’m being nice.

And in all fairness, Py and his friend Mash (there was another one on a box thing playing with switches and I did wonder if he was named Mushy Peas) actually tried to use some sort of music while suffering from verbal Diarrhea. So some of it could be excused, but when the other lot came on, all emotions faded away except for anger.

Thankfully we weren’t the only ones, as most people thought the same. Some young woman said that they were really a really good punk band who was doing this for a laugh. Well I wasn’t laughing and based what I saw, if they are a good punk band then you can all kiss my tiny black ass.

When they first finished something, there was a deafening moment of silence as people tried to see if they had finished or not. If only one person had clapped slowly, that would have been glorious but that was replaced with people cheering when they announced they were destroying their last song for the night. My faith is people’s taste is slightly restored.

And then the reason for travelling there, Takazuki….sorry Tukazon came onto the stage, and well….

Before I actually say what I thought, Russ did want a glowing review on here, and it’s not a push considering the fact that they walked on stage and even just tuning their equipment up made them a million billion times better than the tripe that came before.

So here goes.

(clears typing throat)

Fantastic. Plain and simple, when they started playing it was a sheer relief we were listening to actual music, and to add to the joy, I hadn’t heard Waa Waa music in ages and they know how to do it.

Yes, Waa Waa music, for a few of the tracks it was a funk rejuvenation that would sit very well in 70s adult movies or Starsky and Hutch. That, my friends, is not a bad thing by any stretch of the imagination. I happen to like such things, so when I first heard this, I was so happy.

There were other tracks which sounded a lot more indie, and all this was mixed in with a DJ doing that record scratching thing they do, and playing some excerpts from films such as the Matrix (Morpheus speech to Neo before he’s pulled out of said digital world) and The Big Lebowski (bit at the beginning when Sam Elliot talks about there’s a man for his time and place, where we are introduced to the dude) to name just a couple.

You may think that it would sound crap, but actually, and fair play to them I must say, it blended in quite well.

As with all reviews you do have to give some of the negative aspects and it was just some interference / distortion by the monkeys working the mixing desk who also wanted to put the volume up far too much for such a venue.

This did bring the performance quality down a notch, which should be pointed out, is nothing to do with the band. But we were still reeling from that hip hop crap earlier and the one track they performed with the drummer speaking very fast wasn’t an award winner, it just wasn’t the best time to introduce more of it albeit to a strangely relaxing funk style.

Other than that, that performance made the trip worthwhile from the other side of sunny Shropshire and at least we left Wolverhampton with a smile on our face. That’s generally a good sign fellas.

If you feel the inclination of clicking on a web link then please visit Tukazon and listen to some of their music and judge for yourself. And maybe see them at some point down the road. (Russ do I get some money for this now?)