I'm taking my boyfriend to see Marc Almond at Union Chapel tomorrow night. I am a bit nervous about this - Marcus doesn't think he likes Marc, though I doubt he could name any of his songs apart from Tainted Love. This show may be the ideal show to make a new convert, or the one to send him fleeing in terror. More a theatrical performance than a gig, this should be spectacular. Gruelling perhaps, but awesome. No hits, no disco beats, no da-dink-dink. Just raw emotion, pain, songs about sleaze, fear and death. Or as Marc himself put it last year, "an evening of morbid, depressing songs and B-sides."
A big thank you to the blogger who offered me a pirate video copy of last year's Union Chapel show on CD-ROM. I declined, of course!