((Hello, you may remember me from five minutes ago in game. My idea is for a way to present the gig in PD so that other rpers can say they were there and have a knowledge of it. I thought we could post a review of the gig either in the IC story thread or in its own thread. This would say what happened, what kind of music we played, even down to song titles. I've written a draft, and as Dee is the lyracist I've come up with a few song titles. Obviously I've concentrated more on my character as its the only one I feel I have a right to. If you like the idea, the rest of you should add bits about your character, what they did on the night and how they contribute to the songs. I've taken we are har rock/punk, but I may be way of course. So tell me what you think and if you like it add away. When we come up with something where happy with we can announce when we will play, post what happened, then rp the aftershow part in the D))

The Last Word

Review by Chance Mullet

The buzz surrounding Paragon-based outfit The Last Word has been building for some time. With a reputation based more on their ability to raise hell than their music, last night in the upstairs bar of Pocket D was when the band answered the critics and earned a begins of what looks to become a legion of fans.
Refusing to be pinned down to one music genre, The Last Word ride the razorblade between hard rock and punk metal, sometimes straying into melodic pop territory before turning the volume up to eleven and releasing another infectious rock riff.
Veteran of Dead Birthday Clown, Hex Addiction and Burn Unit, bass player and lyricist Dee Dee Diablo is the one recognisable face on stage. The music press branded her burnt out at 21, and The Last Word is perhaps the last chance saloon for Diablo. When she took to the stage and placed a bottle of Jack Daniels next to her amp it raised the question of whether she was going to bring her A game. But Diablo didn’t disappoint, along with Alice Springs' machinegun drumming, her heavy bass is the engine which drives The Last Word on its high energy journey.
Fronting the band is Diablo’s partner in crime, the other half of the “Chemical Sisters”, Desirée
Bell. Her hypnotic vocals add a beauty and eloquence to Diablo’s lyrics of the gutter. Bell’s vocal range is staggering, making you almost fall in love with her with a heartfelt melody before threatening to make your eardrum’s bleed when The Last Word take the safety off and show they can rock with the best of them.

Other band members bits…

The gig looked to have ended prematurely when Diablo left the stage and took refuge at the bar after s disagreement with lead guitarist Simmons. But as the song came to an end, with encouragement from Bell and the punters, Diablo returned to the band for the high-octane finale.

Set list

Slip of the Tongue
An anthemic rollercoaster ride driven by a relentless baseline and chugga-chugga guitar. Bell mesmerises the audience with a sordid tale of a one night stand that wants to be something more. Although, the first live airing of the song, the crowd were soon shouting along to the repeated hook “What we did was fun/Won’t say it was wrong/But you and me, honey/It was a slip of the tongue”.

My Fire Truck
Haunting, seemingly steam of consciousness lyrics, pour from Bell like vocalised honey. But it’s really Springs' turn to shine as her thunderous drumming gives this fire truck the engine of a freight train. As Bell sings the words “my fire truck”, Alice is beating out the message “this is my band, and we rock!”

Mother’s Ruin
Diablo takes over lead vocals for this autobiographical meandering on abandonment and wasted lives. Her fears that her own talent could be squandered by inheriting her mother’s “alcoholic disease” are worn firmly on her torn sleeve.

Chemical Burn
Diablo and Simmons set the frantic pace, in a duel of heavy bass and screeching guitar. Bell holds her own to deliver headstrong vocals over the cacophony. This is the Last Word’s celebration of rock and roll excess, from the heights of Saturday night to the never again rumination’s of Sunday morning. This has debut single written all over it.

F*ck Buddy
Pure filth. Bell and Diablo explicitly explain what they would like to do to each other after the gig. The lyrics spill into degenerate improvisation as each tries to out do thye other. The smut is compounded as the girls sing over a bouncy riff more akin to the commercial end of pop punk than hard rock.

You’re in a Band?
Bell spits out Diablo’s diatribe against everything she hates in the music scene. Lead guitarists, “cock rockers”, record companies, and even Celine Dion all get it with both verbal barrels. Bell’s staccato delivery is matched by Simmon’s frenetic riffs. He delivers an almost faultless guitar solo, an impressive feat given Bell and Diablo’s obscene gesturing and other efforts to break his concentration.

The Place Where You Are.
A change of speed for The Last Word as they almost threaten to enter rock ballad territory. Here, Bell shows just what an amazing vocalist she is, hitting what seem to be unattainable high notes. The almost sugary sweet lyrics take on a new meaning when you realise the place she is referring to isn’t on any map. The Last Word’s rock rollercoaster begins again, as each member seems to be competing to raise the roof with ferocious licks and infectious riffs, while coming together as a whole that suggest those at Pocket D last night witnessed the birth of Paragon City’s next music phenomenon.

I like, I like! Definatly got the feel of the unmanufactured pop group of guys just out to raise hell. It's good that most of the focus is on Des, Dee and Lance, as Alice would just sit at the back and bat out the baseline. And not sing. At all. I especially like the little bit abot Dee and Des trying to get Lance to screw up

Pure Genious!
This should definitely go up on the official forum.
Either in the "Last night in..." or better still... A brand new thread.

I'll keep it in reserve for when we announce our first gig. Then people will have a reference if they want to say they were there. We could have the aftershow party in game though, would be fun. Feel free to add bits, Sam isn't mentioned as yet so I'll need to work that in too.

That's fantastic, you've captured a great image of the band. Sometimes I feel a little sorry for Lance, but, then again, he deserves most of it

I've written a little bit about lance for the 'other band members bits..' Feel free to edit & improve it (read: make it good) to keep it consistent with the rest of the Review.

"On lead guitar is Lance Simmons, a new face in the music scene here in paragon. Displaying a refreshingly flexible style, from the screeching rock licks to the almost Knopfler-esque reflective moments, he draws raw emotion from the instrument, adding the final embellishments that make the Band's sound complete"

That's just what I wanted, I'll add that in. Not sure about the Knopfler reference, but maybe that's just me
A similar piece for Sam, Des and Al would be useful too.

Yeah, on reflection, Knopfler really isn't Last Word's style. That was a bad idea on my part. Knopfler just has a way of making his guitar 'sing' with emotion, which i hoped to capture. Perhaps you could suggest a better alternative? I'm not very good with rock/punk guitar styles. I seem to follow the 'old-school guitar legend' comparisons.

Nah, if Mark Knopfler expresses what you're going for that's fine. The comparrison is being made by the music reviewer, and he'd probably have a wide knowledge of music to draw from.

It's your call. You've made such an awesome job of the review, you'd definitely know what'd fit best.

That pretty much sums it up for Des I think. You already nailed it pal!

((This is a slightly updated version. I suggest we pick a date for a gig and start raising awareness with posts in the story and rumour threads on the official forum. On the night of the gig I'll post this and we'll all hit Pocket D for the aftershow party
((It just needs some Sam stuff in it now, and it'll be ready))


Stigma Magazine Online
*The full review and interviews with the band will be published in next month’s Stigma mag, published by the Paragon University Student Press

“Infamous Last Words!”
The Last Word at Pocket D
Review by Chance Mullet

The buzz surrounding Paragon-based outfit The Last Word has been building for some time. With a reputation based more on their ability to raise hell than their music, tonight in the upstairs bar of Pocket D was when the band answered the critics and earned the first recruits of what looks to become a legion of fans.
Refusing to be pinned down to one music genre, The Last Word ride the razorblade between hard rock and punk metal, sometimes straying into melodic pop territory before turning the volume up to eleven and releasing another infectious rock riff.
Veteran of Dead Birthday Clown, Hex Addiction and Burn Unit, bass player and lyricist Dee Dee Diablo is the one recognisable face on stage. The music press branded her burnt out at 21, and The Last Word is perhaps the last chance saloon for Diablo. When she took to the stage and placed a bottle of Jack Daniels next to her amp it raised the question of whether she was going to bring her A game. But Diablo didn’t disappoint, along with Alice Springs’ machinegun drumming, her heavy five-string bass is the engine which drives The Last Word on its high energy journey.
Fronting the band is Diablo’s partner in crime, the other half of the “Chemical Sisters”, Desirée Bell. Her hypnotic vocals add a beauty and eloquence to Diablo’s lyrics of the gutter. Bell’s vocal range is staggering, making you almost fall in love with her with a heartfelt melody before threatening to make your eardrum’s bleed when The Last Word take the safety off and show they can rock with the best of them.
On lead guitar is Lance Simmons, a new face in the music scene here in Paragon, and The Last Word‘s token male member (which may explain why the other members of the band usually refer to him by names associated with a male body part). Displaying a refreshingly flexible style, from the screeching rock licks to the reflective moments during the bands rare times of restraint, he draws raw emotion from the instrument, adding the final embellishments that make the band's sound complete.
The gig looked to have ended prematurely when Diablo left the stage and took refuge at the bar after s disagreement with lead guitarist Simmons. But as the song came to an end, with encouragement from Bell and the punters, Diablo returned to the band for the high-octane finale.

Set list

Slip of the Tongue
An anthemic rollercoaster ride driven by a relentless baseline and chugga-chugga guitar. Bell mesmerises the audience with a sordid tale of a one night stand that wants to be something more. Although, the first live airing of the song, the crowd were soon shouting along to the repeated hook “What we did was fun/Won’t say it was wrong/But you and me, honey/It was a slip of the tongue”.

My Fire Truck
Haunting, seemingly steam of consciousness lyrics, pour from Bell like vocalised honey. But it’s really Spring’s turn to shine as her thunderous drumming gives this fire truck the engine of a freight train. As Bell sings the words “my fire truck”, Alice is beating out the message “this is my band, and we rock!”

Mother’s Ruin
Diablo takes over lead vocals for this autobiographical meandering on abandonment and wasted lives. Her fears that her own talent could be squandered by inheriting her mother’s “alcoholic disease” are worn firmly on her torn sleeve.

Chemical Burn
Diablo and Simmons set the frantic pace, in a duel of dirty bass and screeching guitar, over the relentless pounding of Springs’ drumming. Bell holds her own to deliver headstrong vocals over the cacophony. This is the Last Word’s celebration of rock and roll excess, from the heights of Saturday night to the never again rumination’s of Sunday morning. This has debut single written all over it.

F*ck Buddy
Pure filth. Bell and Diablo explicitly explain what they would like to do to each other, and random members of the crowd, after the gig. The lyrics spill into degenerate improvisation as each tries to put the other off. The smut is compounded as the girls muse over a bouncy beat more akin to the commercial end of pop punk than hard rock.

You’re in a Band?
Bell spits out Diablo’s diatribe against everything she hates in the music scene. Lead guitarists, “c*ck rockers”, record companies, and even Celine Dion all get it with both verbal barrels. Bell’s staccato delivery is matched by Simmon’s frenetic riffs. He delivers an almost faultless guitar solo, an impressive feat given Bell and Diablo’s obscene gesturing and other efforts to break his concentration.

Place Where You Are.
A change of speed for The Last Word as they almost threaten to enter rock ballad territory. Here, Bell shows just what an amazing vocalist she is, hitting what seem to be unattainable high notes. The almost sugary sweet lyrics take on a new meaning when you realise the place she is referring to isn’t on any map. The Last Word’s rock rollercoaster begins again, as each member seems to be competing to raise the roof with ferocious licks and infectious riffs, while almost inconceivably coming together as a whole that suggest those at Pocket D last night witnessed the birth of Paragon City’s next musical phenomenon.

yikes sorry didn't know you were waiting on mine.... exams and such sowwie!

Uhm.. nto really got a clue tbh I like yours though rom anyways guess I can give it a shot though:

"Last but not least we're left with Samantha Carter, the keyboard/pianist for the group, throughout the evening she gives flesh to the music with raw chords and harmony parts to each of the pieces making the band a smashing success!"

that ok? sorry brain is utterly fried past few days

*Runs off with chainsaw to OCR's examining body and AQA* thanks for all the exam clashes

((This is the final version of the review with Sam's bits added. I'll post it after 7pm. See you later))

Stigma Magazine Online
*The full review and interviews with the band will be published in next month’s Stigma mag, published by the Paragon University Student Press

“Infamous Last Words!”
The Last Word at Pocket D
Review by Chance Mullet

The buzz surrounding Paragon-based outfit The Last Word has been building for some time. With a reputation based more on their ability to raise hell than their music, tonight in the upstairs bar of Pocket D was when the band answered the critics and earned the first recruits of what looks to become a legion of fans.

Refusing to be pinned down to one music genre, The Last Word ride the razorblade between hard rock and punk metal, sometimes straying into melodic pop territory before turning the volume up to eleven and releasing another infectious rock riff.

Veteran of Dead Birthday Clown, Hex Addiction and Burn Unit, bass player and lyricist Dee Dee Diablo is the one recognisable face on stage. The music press branded her burnt out at 21, and
The Last Word is perhaps the last chance saloon for Diablo. When she took to the stage and placed a bottle of Jack Daniels next to her amp it raised the question of whether she was going to bring her A game. But Diablo didn’t disappoint, along with Alice Springs’ machinegun drumming, her heavy five-string bass is the engine which drives The Last Word on its high energy journey.

Fronting the band is Diablo’s partner in crime, the other half of the “Chemical Sisters”, Desirée Bell. Her hypnotic vocals add a beauty and eloquence to Diablo’s lyrics of the gutter. Bell’s vocal range is staggering, making you almost fall in love with her with a heartfelt melody before threatening to make your eardrum’s bleed when The Last Word take the safety off and show they can rock with the best of them.

On lead guitar is Lance Simmons, a new face in the music scene here in Paragon, and The Last Word‘s token male member (which may explain why the other members of the band usually refer to him by names associated with a male body part). Displaying a refreshingly flexible style, from the screeching rock licks to the reflective moments during the bands rare times of restraint, he draws raw emotion from the instrument, adding the final embellishments that make the band's sound complete.

Last but not least, we're left with Samantha Carter, the keyboard/pianist for the group. Throughout the evening she gives flesh to the music with raw chords and harmony parts to each of the pieces making the band a smashing success.

The gig looked to have ended prematurely when Diablo left the stage and took refuge at the bar after a disagreement with lead guitarist Simmons. But as the song came to an end, with encouragement from Bell and the punters, Diablo returned to the band for the high-octane finale.

Set list

Slip of the Tongue
An anthemic rollercoaster ride driven by a relentless baseline and chugga-chugga guitar. Bell mesmerises the audience with a sordid tale of a one night stand that wants to be something more. Although, the first live airing of the song, the crowd were soon shouting along to the repeated hook “What we did was fun/Won’t say it was wrong/But you and me, honey/It was a slip of the tongue”.

My Fire Truck
Haunting, seemingly steam of consciousness lyrics, pour from Bell like vocalised honey. But it’s really Spring’s turn to shine as her thunderous drumming gives this fire truck the engine of a freight train. As Bell sings the words “my fire truck”, Alice is beating out the message “this is my band, and we rock!”

Mother’s Ruin
Diablo takes over lead vocals for this autobiographical meandering on abandonment and wasted lives. Her fears that her own talent could be squandered by inheriting her mother’s “alcoholic disease” are worn firmly on her torn sleeve. Carter's hauntingly dark keyboards give every heart-felt word resonance in this rare spell of vulnerability from Pargaon’s most in your face ensemble.

Chemical Burn
Diablo and Simmons set the frantic pace, in a duel of dirty bass and screeching guitar, over the relentless pounding of Springs’ relentless drumming and Carter’s keyboard. Bell holds her own to deliver headstrong vocals over the cacophony. This is the Last Word’s celebration of rock and roll excess, from the heights of Saturday night to the never again rumination’s of Sunday morning. This has debut single written all over it.

F*ck Buddy
Pure filth. Bell and Diablo explicitly explain what they would like to do to each other, and random members of the crowd, after the gig. The lyrics spill into degenerate improvisation as each tries to put the other off. The smut is compounded as the girls muse over a bouncy sound thanks to Carter’s Elton John-esque, by way of the Scissor Sisters, keyboards that are here more akin to the commercial end of pop punk than hard rock

You’re in a Band?
Bell spits out Diablo’s diatribe against everything she hates in the music scene. Lead guitarists, “c*ck rockers”, record companies, and even Celine Dion all get it with both verbal barrels. Bell’s staccato delivery is matched by Simmon’s frenetic riffs. He delivers an almost faultless guitar solo, an impressive feat given Bell and Diablo’s obscene gesturing and other efforts to break his concentration.

Place Where You Are.
A change of speed for The Last Word as they almost threaten to enter rock ballad territory. Here, over Carter’s faultless piano, Bell shows just what an amazing vocalist she is, hitting what seem to be unattainable high notes. The almost sugary sweet lyrics take on a new meaning when you realise the place she is referring to isn’t on any map. The Last Word’s rock rollercoaster begins again, as each member seems to be competing to raise the roof with ferocious licks and infectious riffs, while almost inconceivably coming together as a whole that suggest those at Pocket D last night witnessed the birth of Paragon City’s next musical phenomenon.

I had to read it again.
It's so well written I almost shed tears.
I said it before and I'll say it again...

Pure Poetry!

Hope I didn't miss anything by ducking out early last night. I was totally knackered beyond belief. 10 hour shifts with no lunch break will do that to you...

At least I had a chuckle to myself at poor Coile's misfortune to be set apon by Des and Dee