My mate Ronan is in a band called the Metropolisians. A month or so ago they won their heat in a battle of the bands contest for which the ultimate prize is a gig at the Elysée de Montmartre (Paris’ Astoria for the Londonners amongst you) and a record deal. With their brit-pop charm, stomping rhythms and oodles of charisma, they brought the house down with their second round performance last Friday night.
Appropriately for this second stage the competition was harder to beat, but not in terms of quality but rather the number of people clapping. Bands are rated on the basis of how many raised hands a man at the front can count at the end of each set. There were some pretty ropey high school bands and it looked at one point that one of these bands might have won, having brought half the high school with them for support. But in the end, it was the Metropolisians who got the last laugh with 189 votes to 99 for the band in second place.
Check out their website and if you hear “winkle-pickers” in one of the lyrics, it’s thanks to your friendly engineering correspondant in Paris.
Mary
Hey, wish I’d been there! But I can’t get the website link to work…
M x
eiffelover
Thanks for that one M, I am not sure why it wasn’t working but I seem to have fixed it
Eif
Chris
You forgot to mention the man who appeared to be playing his nose into the mic! I’ll always remember him.
eiffelover
That’s funny, because I don’t…sorry! Thinking about it though, there would have been no justice if the Metropolisians hadn’t won that evening: they were just streets ahead. I still have nightmares when I think about the motley crew that came on after them…
Chris
You don’t remember him? He was the lead singer of the motley crew!
christinelobb
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