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Drown in a night of erotic love, In the sweat and in the blood,
Live music, performed by talented musicians, is always entertaining. Some gigs, though, are special. The commuterland of the South East of England, below London, out along the river Medway and the north Kent coast, is not an area over-associated with mystery or legend. Local tales there are, of course, but the sweeping grandeur and tragic history of the Scottish Highlands, or the wild, treacherous moors of Yorkshire, or even the stony glories of the Cotswolds - somehow these other places manage to seize the imagination in a way that the sleepy dormtory stockbroker towns of the south east never quite equalled. To most people, the most enduring features of this area are the aging commuter trains to London...
The Vampyre ConneXion was coming to the Medway,
Somehow, I just knew this was going to be one of the good ones. First up were The Scary Bitches, sadly due to monumental chaos on the M1 I was too late to catch their show. Next came The Faces Of Sarah, who've played at quite a few IS gigs in recent years.
I arrived just as their set began, and quickly wandered into the main hall to hear them, meeting up with Tony, Candia & Adam in the process.
As is customary, Candia duetted with them on Misery, as usual, the result was superb.
There was a pause between the bands, time for an elegant stroll round the Vampyre Market in the next room.
At this point, the soul dealers were passing out some rather tasty ghoulish sweets, just the thing to raise the blood-lust before the command performance.
Soon enough, the assembled throng of the darkly gifted gathered once more in the main hall, fangs barely hidden, all senses alert to savour the musical feast to come.
The set was a shortened version of the Camden one, the only really notable exception
being 'We Belong With The Dead'.
Now, there are certain things that it is said one should not do at a vampyre
convention. I mean, one simply does not speak of genetically modified blood, for
example, it's just not done. Likewise, some would regard it unwise for a mortal
friend of the dark gifted to fall asleep in such company, especially if doing so
results in a tempting display of warm, blood-rich flesh. Most of the kindred posess
wills of iron, but there will always be some who are tempted, and so it was this
night, as the lady formerly known as Charlotte Sometimes found herself unexpectedly
summoned to the ranks of the undead...
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Vampyre Exquisita, by Pyromancer, Imbolc 2003
Blessed Be!
