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BLAM July 2005

A word in your ear...

Eleven angry men and a mildly cheesed off woman

In a shock twist ending previously only seen in TV programmes such as Inspector Morse, Midsommer Murders and Scooby Doo (the good ones before they put Scrappy Doo in them, they're rubbish), the Trial of the Century (© the entire UK media) drew to a sensational close with the management of The Forum sensationally and shockingly cleared on all charges. Local music fans wept with joy and threw pigeons about in an inappropriate manner as one by one the ten verdicts were read out, screaming, crying, wailing and waving to their mums for the cameras as each successive "Not Guilty" was read out by the judge. The prosecutors were left shocked and stunned by the verdicts. "I am shocked" said one. "I am also shocked" said another. "What about me?" said the final member of the witch-hunting team. "I am beyond shocked - I can't even think of a word for it….maybe stunned?" (Hooray! We haven't had that joke for at least three months, keep up the good work - Ed)
Outside the court after the trial, the Forum's specially hired smooth talking lawyer oozed his way to the gathered hoards of the world's press (James from the Courier with a partially chewed biro and a Winnie the Pooh notebook) to discuss the verdicts and smirk a lot whilst wearing a very nice tailored suit and an abundance of hair gel. "My clients have been acquitted and justice has been done" said the Victorian frock coated fop. "These malicious, baseless, groundless and unsubstantiated charges should never have been brought to court and any one who says differently is a liar liar with their pants on fire and can see me afterwards for a stiff talking to and a lesson in good old Victorian values. My clients have literally been through hell. Well, not literally. But they have been through High Brooms and that's pretty bad. They have been accused of taking young people into a dark room, away from prying eyes, and subjecting them to badly-played, shabbily-written, "popular" music performed by poorly-dressed sub-humans with a thin grasp on the meaning of the words "dress sense", and, most despicably of all, charging them for the privilege. Now we know the truth."
The defence case was built around The Forum's claim that whilst they accepted that all the allegations in the charges could have taken place; it is possible that the young people they had lured into their pit of depravity had kept their eyes closed and their fingers in their ears. It is believed that the jury in the case was bedazzled by the glittering array of stars that The Forum was able to call in its defence. "I have been there hundreds of times and I have never seen any 'music' going on" said Dan from Plain Hamish in a convincing testimony. "Mind you, I am from Wadhurst, so if it doesn't feature a banjo then I wouldn't recognise it anyway". Lisa from Aurora was equally forthright: "I have stood on the bit at the end that's slightly higher than the rest of the room with my friends Lloyd, Jamie, Theo, and Fran for half an hour with people watching us all the time and not once did anybody in the room notice any music being performed". In the most damning testimony of all, the prosecutors shot themselves in the foot by calling their own star witness, Toby from Jason and the Astronauts. Making the fatal mistake of asking him to describe the music he had seen inside and the effect it had upon him, their case disintegrated into the tiny little bits of toilet paper you see floating around a freshly flushed pan when he replied: "Music? Eh? I'm a drummer mate. Cor, look at 'er! Did you see that Kelly Brook on Love Island last night? Eh? Eh? I would! Pull my finger! Go on! Har har har!! Wuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrghh!! Who dropped one? Get the beers in love".

Blam is owned and produced by The Forum. We are poor starving musicians and artists who don't even have a garret so there is very little point in coming after us for money just because we accused you of being a donkey basher, but if you are really intent on litigation, then you sue us via
The Forum, Fonthill, The Common, Tunbridge Wells, Kent TN4 8YU
But nine times out of ten I wouldn't bother because our lawyers, Shyster, Rippemhoff & Felch are the fastest legal minds in Cricklewood. This is the space in the mag where we usually apologise for any allegations, insinuations and bad language that may accidentally appear in these esteemed pages. However, with this month seeing the start of the festival season, it's quite obvious that shite-all of you fuckers will actually see this mag through your "Wow, it's not about the music, man, it's more about the experience, and yes I have a great Broadband connection which is how I managed to get tickets; I mean the veggie burgers and the holistic arse-bleaching tent in the Field of Felch was really 'gear'" (Actually, nobody's used that phrase since Gerry & the Pacemakers were on TOTP - 60s Ed) post-Glastonbury haze, so this month we're not bothering arse-kissing to you, young fellah-me-lad!. It IS about the music, and it was all SHITE, and yes I did see it ... on the BBC highlights in the comfort zone (of my living room). Bitter moi? Keane were good though eh?

Shards of Glass
My 21 Grams
Friday 1st

'Stimulating mixture of Lostprophets, Glassjaw, InMe, and Nirvana. Music is edgy & emotional, yet commercially appealing.....Thoughtful, agreeably polished emo-metal... Dopamine do their thing as well as many of their established peers....' BUZZ MAGAZINE

Following the success of Dopamine's first EP 'The Time It Takes To Let Go', and its follow up 'A Lesson In Dying', the band return with their debut album 'Auditioning My Escape Plan' which was released on March 7th 2005. Dopamine's first EP's were promoted off the back of incessant touring and their debut album is yet another leap forward in song writing for the band. Originally formed during the wintry days of early 2000, as their previous bands faded into fond memories Neil, James and Sam came together to form Dopamine. Bored of the bland rock that was coming from the local scene they set out to add their own unique sound to the mix. Armed with their new songs and new sound Dopamine toured relentlessly during 2000 and 2001 finally taking a break in spring 2001 to cut their first demo tracks. More touring followed. Skipping forward to mid 2002, Dopamine hit the studio again to record the 'Statement of Intent' EP. This was a DIY self-release that the band sold at shows and shifted nearly 2000 copies. Shortly after the release of the EP Dopamine drafted in the services of Iain Mahanty as second guitarist this has brought a whole new dimension to live shows, making them more exciting and energetic than ever before.

The Retakes Commitee
Saturday 2nd

In an age before committees, Bromley was a peaceful village famous mainly as a resting point for those travelling between old London and the South Coast. Times changed in 1593, with the violent murder of the ruffian playwright, Kit Marlowe. After being brutally hacked to death in a filthy alehouse by agents of Queen Elizabeth I, local legend states that Marlowe's unpublished plays were accredited to a barely literate man by the name of Shakespeare. Bromley would forever live in the shadow of its murky past, forever mourning its vagabond poets and its tragic souls. It is from this tainted, bloody turf that The Retakes Committee's punk n roll explosion comes crashing. Like a sledgehammer to the middle of the road and sounding like a distinctive hybrid of The Kinks underclass ideology, The Clash's huge energy, The Velvet Underground's raw frenzy and The Beatles pop melodies, The Retakes Committee are nonchalantly aware of the future. With hearts on their sleeves The Retakes Committee have no time for great masterplans as they blend everyday observational lyrics with spiralling, wandering prose.

"The Retakes Committee are surely one of the best unsigned bands in London today." - Rocklike Inc.
"The most exciting new band to emerge from the post-Libertines scene." - Daviesland (Online Fanzine)
"The bile and spirit of punk rock, beautifully mixed danceable 60's melodies and hooks" -
"When they played punk 'n' roll song Byron Is Dead, they claimed their place as the loudest band since The Who" - The Pleasure Unit

Comedy Forum

Thursday 7th

Tunbridge Wells' original AND best value for money comedy club is held the first Thursday of every month.


Chris Lynam. Darrell Martin

Fuck me, just look at that picture of CHRIS LYNAM. If you place this copy of Blam in the middle of your room with this page open, his eyes seem to follow you around the room. Likewise, when you meet him, and he takes a liking to you, he'll foloow you home. This legendary beast of comedy has performed all over the world with an anarchic display that is both hilarious, unnerving and strangely moving. totally unpredictable and anarchic - whether it's playing 'fruit cricket' from the top of a pair of ladders, or sticking an exploding roman candle up his buttocks and singing 'theres no business like show business'.
A regular on the comedy circuit throughout Europe and at Festivals such as Montreal, Edinburgh, Melbourne and Glastonbury.
He has performed on a number of top bills and during some of the seminal moments in the history of stand-up. He played in the interlude at gigs for the Rolling Stones, Bryan Adams and Bob Dylan.
If mere mention of the word 'zany' sends a shudder down your spine, you'd better cut Chris Lynam a very wide berth.The man's a maelstrom of breathlessly manic energy; very stupid, very destructive and utterly over the top. The sort of act that raises the spirits if you're prepared to throw yourself into the pantomime gusto of it all, or leave you utterly cold if you're not.

"...wild clown in a class of his own..." - The Times

"I had to follow Chris Lynam, whose act that night seemed to consist entirely of cutting himself with a razor and letting blood drip on to the stage. " - Tony Slattery on why he gave up stand-up comedy

Following a 50 date tour with Johnny Vegas, DARRELL MARTIN has refined his act to a streamlined gag-fest. His material is a mix of observations taken down a ridiculous avenue, philosophical questioning of simple matter and some basic downright dirty stuff. His regular compering work has honed his ability to chat with the crowd, enabling him to pick up on fresh ideas, and weave material and improv. Stunning stuff.

Save Ourselves
Friday 8th

Pretty boy trio INME have drawn on a wide range of musical influences for their new album, 'White Butterfly'; from the classic rock of Iron Maiden to the dark broodings of Dimmi Borgir, from the eclectic Talk Talk to the modern poetry of John Mayer. The album is varied & powerful yet easily accessible for the discerning audience that is the modern rock fan.
InMe flew into the public consciousness in 2002 with their debut single 'Underdose', quickly establishing the band as something completely new on the UK rock scene. With Dave McPherson's powerful vocals effortlessly switching from a breathy falsetto to a metal growl, his unique guitar melodies, the thunderous, rhythmic bass and backing vocals of Joe Morgan and the steady powerhouse drumming of Simon Taylor, it soon became clear that the UK had found a new breed of rock band. Each successive single made more impact on the UK charts, 'Crushed Like Fruit' finally crashing in at #25 quickly followed by debut album 'Overgrown Eden' which entered the charts at #15.
Having signed a new record deal with V2, who are supporting the band's own imprint label, Pandora's Box Records, InMe return with an album that fulfils all the early promise of 'Overgrown Eden' but with a much more mature sound, bursting with hooks, penetrating riffs and a commercial edge that sets them apart. Recorded in Los Angeles, with revered producer Josh Abraham whose work with Limp Bizkit, Courtney Love, Korn, and Velvet Revolver made him the perfect choice for the powerful rock sound of the Essex lads, who are still only just 22 years old.

This really is something a bit special! - local cutting edge theatre company MUZIKANSKY are combining film making workshops, a 2 minute film-making task, short films by local film-makers AND a special screening of his latest short and seminar from the legendary director KEN RUSSELL (Tommy, The Devils, Mahler, Women in Love)This is quite a coup, and is only part of the 1st ANNUAL TUNBRIDGE WELLS FILM FESTIVAL

Saturday 9th July
10am - 12pm: Set 2 Minute Film Task

Sunday 10th July
2.00pm - 4.00pm: Muzikansky Workshop - Actors, Directors, the Camera and the Place.
4.30pm - 6.30pm: Short Films, made by young people from around the world
6.30pm - 10.30pm: Ken Russell presents his own short film, plus a film by the Nokia short s winner, other short films

Monday 11th July
10.00am - 12.00pm: Deliver 2 minute Film Task to the Forum
6.30pm Seminar: Elliot Grove founder of the Raindance Festival is here to give is '99 minute film school seminar .
9.30pm: Film Task shorts and other short films.

Adequate 7
The Mercury League
The Red Shift
Haemostatic Picnic Races
Saturday 9th

Adequate Seven appeared in a flourish of brass instruments a few years ago with their fresh new sound. Incorporating as they do, elements of punk, hardcore, ska and funk to create these unique and diverse offerings which positively bound all over the map. The Welsh septet whip up tremendous energy with their powerful controlled messiness: at one instance you're hit with a tuneful blast of noise, the next you're treated to a delightful skankadelic interlude - and before you know it, a pumping brass-accompanied skanking foot has kicked you in the face. With vocalist Jamie's voice carrying the ability to emanate raw power at all appropriate moments, this band is worth its weight in… ahem …. brass."
"… Like a not-so-well-dressed Mighty Mighty Bosstones put through a Funkadelic blender, Adequate 7 could be huge..."

Tuesday 19th

Wherein six big hearted bands, all Stable members, are putting on a show, with all proceeds going to the Forum insurance fund.
This'll be a cracking night AND all for a worthy cause. Doors open at 6:30pm

Unlabel present:
Part Chimp
I'm Being Good
Wednesday 20t

PART CHIMP are the new(ish) incarnation of London's Mr. noisy Tim Cedar, formerly main man in Ligament. Here he decides that whilst playing the scuzziest groovy, fucked up guitar music in living memory in Ligament was all well and good, it just wasn't loud enough and what it really wants is ANOTHER guitarist with his pedal set to, "deafen everyone in the room." Nice.
Part Chimp rock in the purest proper sense of the word. To rock means to carve music from stone or forge it in iron. To rock means the music sounds fucking loud even when it's played quiet.
Since the release of their debut CD in 2002, 'Chart Pimp' (see what they did there? - Spooner Ed), the Chimps have been causing a nationwide upsurge in reported cases of tinnitus. "…a devastating collision of dirge and melody …"

Friday 22nd

Gracing the Forum's stage again this month due to overwhelming public demand, Howards Alias are a band for whom breaking conformity comes naturally. They exist to develop their unique sound outside of the boundries of the punk scene, and strive to create something new with every performance, song and recording. Based in Southampton, Howards Alias came together at the tail end of 1999, playing third wave ska-punk, with a bit of a darker edge. Howards Alias released their debut full length album "The Chameleon Script" in October 2002 on Good Clean Fun Records, to a very positive reaction but unfortunately the album tour had to be postponed to 2003, due to Jevon's (drums) appendix almost bursting on tour! However, once on the road again to the band played around 130 shows in that year alone. In January 2004, the recorded a split with US band DESA, and the 2 bands toured the UK together to promote it.
These days the Howards Alias sound has greatly evolved from the ska-punk beginnings, taking influences from a very diverse range of influences including The Police, Refused, The Mars Volta, AFI, Tool, Alkaline Trio and The Slackers. The band like to put forward a message of non-violence and anti-elitism, and like to consider themselves a group of musicians playing music, rather than a band that has to keep playing a certain type of music in order to conform to the punk rock cliche! The new Howards Alias album was recorded between February and April 2004, and it's been a very busy year already. With 16 new songs, the album is upbeat with a creative and dark lyrical perspective, melodic brass bursts and fast paced yet very emotive guitar lines, "The Answer is Never" has a theme of non-conformism, and free thinking, that there is a revolution coming... that art can be a real threat!

The Stable 4
The Fans' Choice Grand Final

dysuria . jason & the astonauts . meadow road . propain . rain eater . vanishing point
Saturday 23rd

At last, the culmination of the past 12 months of Monday night shows finally sees the first of the two Stable 4 Grand Finals. As you may be aware, the Stable Monday shows has the Fans Choice, wherein the audience vote for their favourite two bands out of the three playing on the night. The votes accumulate into a league table, until eventually, the six bands with the highest scores eventually play in this, the Fans' Choice Grand Final.
The six bands playing tonight represent a wide ranging mix of musical styles:

DYSURIA are a tight as fuck Muse-alike outfit; MEADOW ROAD are a cleancut four piece who seem to be able to turn their hands to numerous styles, each one exquisitely performed. A truly promising chart fodder outfit with a mega following, and a great audience rapport. No shoe-gazing for these guys; it's in yer face or nothing! JASON & THE ASTRONAUTS are a four piece art rock outfit. Blend some Franz Ferdinand, vintage Gang of Four (same thing - Ed), early 80s synths and quirky vocal stylings; this speccy, Joe 90 tribute band are possible stars in the making. See them now before they invest in contact lenses and see you!
VANISHING POINT are a raggedy arsed 80s Matchbox B-Line Disaster / early Primal Scream combo with a singer who has the new "voice of Rock". Scary, but well worth checking out. Quality stuff but sadly, not having a website, and not supplying Blam with a jpg, we've no way of letting you know what they look like. But they sound hairy. Very hairy!
PROPAIN are metal through and through; rough and ready in a Blaze Bayley Wolfsbane stylee, a band that likes a pint, a kebab and a well-honed riff. Which brings us neatly onto RAIN EATER; featuring the local, ahem, character, Chris Drew who's been described as "..an idiosyncratically odd fellow. Enigmatically English, enamouringly eccentric, lyrically loquacious and above all, stimulating.”. Believe me, this guy will have you laughing, and running for the fire exit in equal measures. Each song featuring lyrics torn from a madcaps diary.
So there you have it. The winner will be decided by the votes accumulated on the night. The winning band receiving a couple of days in Granary Studio, Lamberhurst, and 500 CDs being pressed from the resulting recordings.
Also, everyone attending this Grand Final will receive a FREE 18 track compilation featuring a track from each of the top 18 The Fans Choice bands. All for a mere £6.00!


Friday 29th

Being the rescheduled show from earlier in the year, where Mr Chaos was unfortunately hospitalised, causing the cancellation of most of the European leg of thier tour, tonight promises to be a no-holds-barred rootin' tootin' heck of a show; as I believe the Dukes of Hazzard would say, m'lud.
Amen is one thundering, tumultuous force of rage and disdain, attacking North American values and the public that eats them up.Hitting the usual targets tailor-made for disenchanted, outsider teens. But when frontman CaseyChaos rails against hippies, religion and fashionites, you can practically hear scraps of flesh bursting out of his throat along with his venomous lyrics. He seems as tough on his vocals in the studio as he is on his body in concert. Ironically, his strongly held convictions are often buried beneath superhuman screams and growls. This does not concern him.
"I don't care if people understand the message," he explains. "If they do, great, but if not, that's fine. This isn't Rage Against the Machine, where I'm trying to get something across. I'm just singing about my own disease and my own commentary about growing up in American society."
Muffled vocals or not, the message always comes through loud and clear, thanks to his bandmates, Luke Johnson (Drums), Scott S. Sorry (Bass), Matt Montgomery (Guitars) and Rich Jones; Experts in the field of punishing sonic bedlam, they blend hardcore attitude with metal.
Amen have been around for about 11 years now, and they still haven't changed their attitude; being one of hostility and hate-filled lyrics, Casey Chaos giving his all in everything they do. Ineed, a band that deserve praise and respect, and yet don't seem to really get it. Some people think they sound the same as every other "Punk/Rock/Metal" band out there..but it's all a matter of opinion.Their latest album, "Death before Musick", is punkier than their other albums , yet still maintains the heaviness that they've always had.

Please be advised that we are no longer accepting further online or phone reservations for the two shows on this page. However, tickets are still available to be purchased from the usual retail outlets:
Longplayer, 3 Grosvenor Rd, T. Wells - 01892 539273 and
Criminal Records, 6 Goods Station Rd, T. Wells - 01892 511776

The man's Choice Grand Final
Saturday 30th

At the time of going to print, we've yet to receive the full voting from the industry, Man's Choice panel, featuring various agents, management companies and journalists. Please keep an eye on the Forum website for detailsof the winning six bands.. Again, everyone attending this Grand Final will receive an 18 track compilation featuring a track from each of the top 18 The Mans Choice bands. All for a mere £6.00!

Mr. Mills' Monthly Moan

(whereby Moanin' Millsey gives his considered opinion on what's Hot and what's Rot)

June 16

Maybe someone could explain the logic, because I'm buggered if I understand why a British band names themselves after a place in America, particularly one they've probably never been to. When they sound as Californian as fish 'n' chips, it just seems a bit puzzling. I mean, they love us over there and worship our music, revering Eng-er-land to be as exotic and exciting as we might consider their country, but you won't find many stateside bands calling themselves 'Luton' or 'Newcastle', will you? Well, not that you'd want to see anyway.
It'd be charitable to note that Sacramento ignore the bad signs and try desperately hard to develop a sense of involvement with whatever audience happens to be tolerating them at the time. They demand that you get down the front, let yourself go, and if the mood takes you, rock out with your cock out. This is a very good thing and would be a lot easier to do if they weren't so intolerably tedious. Initially, they're a vaguely punchy, trash-punk bunch of angry young men without a great deal to feel angry about, unless you count a guitarist who really should shut up until he can play something that he knows, and an adenoidal vocalist like a whimpering version of that git from AFI. Sacramento just drone and lack stability, making most of what they create instantly forgettable and just a tad irritating. That being said, a few gritty moments arise from time to time; occasional flashes of floundering melody, signalling desperately for help before collapsing and drowning in a mire of sticky sludge.
Perhaps it's their lack of togetherness that prompts them into a thankfully short but suicidal stab at 'Hotel Yorba'. Possibly an ironic gesture, maybe an affectionate private joke left over from rehearsals, but it only evokes mutterings of despair and pity. An acoustic jolly ensues, developing into substandard Levellers/Wonderstuff territory for a while, but it reeks of tired ideas that might make a change from their noisier aspects, but are just as uninspiring. Despite considerable effort, nothing kicks it's heels with Sacramento and they blunder along, unwieldy and hesitant, without spark, spirit or spunk. Even returning to greasy grebo-din with set-closer "Illusion" is stiff and dreary instead of gutsy and bitter, so although their potential to improve is apparent, they're too ordinary for improvements to really matter much.
They trouble me, Kobrakai. They're like Supercar, in that if you visit The Forum midweek, one or the other always seem to be on, even if they're not scheduled. It's like being in Groundhog Day; you enter and suddenly déjà vu kicks in as you wonder whether they actually live here and you've walked into their pad by mistake. Maybe they hang around in the bushes permanently, waiting for their chance so that the moment it's suspected that a band might be delayed or something, they'll suddenly arrive like scavengers at a hunt. OK, to be fair, they're not quite that frequent, but seems that way sometimes.
Kobrakai certainly put the mileage in, and fair play for doing it, but they're dull, dull, dull. I'm sorry but they are, so there. Lostprophets-ish chugging pseudo-emo, as expected from a band named after one of their songs and a guitarist who adores them so much he wears their legend emblazoned across his chest no matter how much people laugh at him. The material is listlessly uninspiring and they look, well, boring for want of a better word. It's saying something when a mediocre female drummer is the most interesting thing on stage, and after a while, even that gets a tad testing. She's certainly improved in recent months, and those skins get beaten like ginger stepchildren, but Kobrakai need more than that and perhaps the addition of new frontman Glen is the answer. Though adding a upfront vocal presence is undeniably necessary, his peculiar gutlessness and off-key yelp makes him appear either an incidental afterthought or an experiment gone wrong, which is a backwards step, but nothing that rehearsal won't cure. They might even surprise everyone and cook up a few more original recipes, instead of warming up leftovers and expecting us to chow down.

Don't get me wrong, there are several ballsy moments in Kobrakai's set and for brief periods, they actually threaten to be mildly interesting, using clever time changes and snotty riffs to create dark tormented moods, but they're too vague to be sustained and generally chew on the same regurgitated cud that hundreds of other bands do. You'd think that by 2005 people would be getting a bit sick of it and move on to more rewarding less humdrum things, but people are odd and like things boring and bland. People watch Big Brother, buy Heat magazine and eat Pot Noodles. The more vulgar and artificial it is, the more they like it, so who am I to argue with the tastes of the masses?
It's a shame then, that the few brave souls defying the televised allure of attention-seeking morons and exam revision aren't showing much desire to enjoy themselves, considering they've paid to be entertained, because Dry Rise are a brusque awakening that you'd have to deliberately make a lot of effort not to appreciate. Hard, fast, taut and reckless, they're one of those bands that don't even have to try, as being accessible to both indie and heavier tastes (in the same way that the Foos are) is something that seems to come absolutely naturally to them. Indeed, they were one of Brighton's more hotly tipped prospects last summer, following a respectable amount of airings on Scuzz, and it's comforting to realise that they haven't let things stagnate from the early commerciality of "The Big I Am". Scowling in the gloom somewhere between Kerbdog and Silverchair, they're full of toothy melodies, aggressive riffs and harmonious choruses with hooks the size of Brighton Pier digging into your tender portions like fresh piercings.
The playfully rabid sneering skate punk of tunes like "My Advice", give Dry Rise a ballsy garage quality, but there's absolutely no grimy trashiness with this band. They sparkle with vivacity and sexually charged oomph, aided and abetted by the natural charisma of frontman/guitarist/Dave Grohl lookylikey Gazz Marlow, and if driving anthems like newbie "Interstellar" are anything to go by, they're a big fuck-off surge of feelgood-factor, waiting for a chance to play havoc with your senses and make you chant like a looney. Go see.
Despite being the best band in East Grinstead (hardly a difficult title to obtain, admittedly) you'd be forgiven for not paying too much attention to Episode over the past year. No, don't feel bad about it, because they don't. Compared to a number of their contemporaries in TW, they've been fairly standard fayre; an alternative rock trio that's actually about as alternative as Channel 5, but hitting the spot easily enough to make them decent enough casual listening. Pitching roughly (very roughly) between the odder elements of A Perfect Circle and Smashing Pumpkins, Episode's surprisingly tasty 'Passive/Aggressive' EP earlier this year revealed a band with a penchant for twisted moods and fuzzy guitar lines that made them extremely tricky to pigeonhole fairly.
Now as a 4 piece due to the addition of new guitarist Owen (found in a skip, according to mainman Chris Shipman. Twice, just in case we missed the gag the first time round, which we didn't. It just wasn't funny), they've filled out, perhaps even become a smidgeon crowded, but it's made them a lot heavier, harsher and stuck some hairs on their teenage sacks, so tunes like "Vapour Trails" and "Paper Dolls" finally sound as if they've found the strength they've been lacking for a while. Shipman's vocals are still weak and nasal, but newer material concocted from this new infusion of blood such as "Twilight strobelight", suddenly turn Episode on and they become a whopping great powerful noise that blasts the wax out of your ears and rattles the phlegm in your gullet.
Episode aren't anywhere near tight enough yet, or strong enough songwriters, but they're progressing steadily, if not rapidly, in the right direction to make them worthy of getting your attention and sustaining it. And about fucking time too.

Contact Us

Our eager, hyperactive, willing to please, forelock-tugging, cap-doffing, can-do, nothing's-too-much trouble, highly trained, elite, ex-SAS and Girl Guides, crack squad of volunteers are waiting like coiled springs, bouncing off the walls for you, and only you!

We always like to hear from new contributors, new bands, new people, people who hate swearing, big ones, small ones, some as big as your head.Because believe you me, it's a right hard slog making up all the lies, half-truths and general bollox that we lovingly/laughingly call BLAM

You can write to us at
The Forum, Fonthill, The Common,
Tunbridge Wells, Kent, TN4 8YU
Or call the Information line on 08712 777101

We also have a website where you can find out all about what's on, and laugh at the photos of the damp mattressed fainthearts that 'work' here. That's at

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On the website you can book tickets, find out what's coming up, get a map, get a life, identify which ne'er-do-wells have trodden the boards at the ol' shitter, check out our interactive gaming section, or go on our messageboard and start arguing whether we include too many Appalachian Nose-Flute nights in our gig programming. In fact, we beseech, nay implore you to do any of the above which would make a change from downloading hardcore 'chicks with dicks' jpgs as you'd normally do.
Please note that as well as being able to reserve tickets for all Forum shows online, tickets are also available to be purchased from the following retail outlets:
The Longplayer, 3 Grosvenor Road, Tunbridge Wells 01892 539273
Criminal Records, 6 Goods Station Road, Tunbridge Wells 01892 511776

Coming soon:

COMEDY FORUM - Thur 4th Aug
MIDASUNO - Sat 6th Aug
DEFCON - Sat 13th Aug
UNLABEL - Sat 20th Aug
STABLE V STARTS! - Mon 22nd Aug
ART BRUT - Thur 25th Aug
JAIRUS - Fri 23rd Sept
HANG THE DJ! - Sun 25th Sept
WHITMORE - Sat 1st Oct

Lifted (with permission) from the July edition of BLAM! - All queries regarding libel actions should be directed to them