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      12.03.2003 18:32
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      This is about the Cathouse in Glasgow, a metal nightclub (at least it was before the friggin mini moshers perverted my beloved genre). I know it's completely out of place here but there were no categories for either metal nightclubs or nightclubs in Glasgow. Or Scotland, for that matter. I thought Phuket was the next best thing :-) This was actually an essay I had to do on feature writing at college so my apologies if it's really cheesy or murder to read. Sorry. Anyway... Loud music boomed throughout the third floor of the Cathouse (a metal club in Glasgow), loud enough to make the walls shake and your balls (if you had any) ache. It was actually loud enough to make you go deaf, much louder than you ever dared play music at home - even in your most inebriated states. But, given the kind of music being played, this was not a bad thing. The place didn't smell strongly but I vaguely recall getting a slight whiff of beer and sweat (or maybe that was just me). The walls resembled a coalface - black, matte, appearing solid - but in reality were made of hollow cardboard. The most noticeable thing about the walls was that they were lined with people. People drinking, people singing (although you couldn't hear them), boys and girls eyeing each other up from opposite sides of crowded rooms and tight corridors full of people desperately trying to have conversations, screaming at each other above the music. There were people head banging, people dancing, people pushing each other around and grinning manically at each other. Despite all of this superficial aggression it was one of the friendliest places on Earth. The people here were all for the same reason - to get wasted and have a good time. We moved through the throng of sweating bodies and got a seat near a bar. There was about ten of us, all friends, all out to get wasted and have a good time. As this was the first time I had been in the Cathouse, I wa
      sn't quite sure what to expect. The only clubs I had been in before this were trendy dance hellholes in Livingston and Bathgate. Oh, and the Dreadnought (which wasn't bad if you could stand cheesy 80's crap all night and 40 year olds dancing to Meatloaf). Much to my surprise, Sepultura (my favourite band) began to blast out of the powerful sound system. It was probably the first time I had ever heard original, energetic, intense heavy music played in a nightclub. One thing was for sure, the 40 year olds in the Dreadnought or the perfume boys at Room At The Top wouldn't like this much. The music was consistent all night with Pantera, Slayer, Rage Against the Machine, Soulfly, (hed) PE, the Deftones and System Of A Down all getting played - the music I listen to at home. I drank and listened to the music, I talked to lots of strangers, I shouted in the ears of friends. Eventually I staggered out the door. I can't really remember much more except that we had all achieved what we had set out to do. The people in the Cathouse were a friendly bunch, it was one of the only places that people who enjoy heavy music could go for a night out without being annoyed by bland, commercial, soulless, manufactured mainstream dance or pop music (the lines continue to blur). Most of these people had experienced alienation by the small-minded, they were from a time (it was only a few years ago!) when metal was looked upon as one of the weirdest things in the world and was considered synonymous with devil worshipping and homosexuality (even though nothing could be farther from the truth). The people here were generally open minded, intelligent, easy-going people. They listened to music where the lyrics actually meant something. They had suffered discrimination from people who just didn't understand them so they were happy to be around like-minded people. It made for a very friendly atmosphere, a celebration of a culture mocked and frowned up
      on by an ignorant mainstream society. Then metal became mainstream. Weak, diluted metal bands began climbing the pop charts (Limp Bizkit, Linkin Park et al). Bands that had simplistic, mediocre guitar riffs, weak rappers and retarded lyrics. Bands that had poster boys (and girls), teenage pinups that were normally the preserve of boybands and pop acts. Bands that were very much style over substance. The owners of the Cathouse decided to cash in on metal's new found popularity and play only popular bands. The place turned from a celebration of an underground culture into a trendy hangout for 14-16 year olds desperately trying to appear 'cool'. Where you once had awesome, intricately structured, percussive Brazilian extreme metal with socially aware lyrics (Sepultura) you now have 'goofy' American mainstream pop punk (with the emphasis very much on pop, real punks would be offended by this) with three chords and 30 year olds singing about how much they hate school (Blink 182). The same thing happened with the Mission in Edinburgh. I am now at a loss as to where to find a decent metal night in Scotland. But I'm not bitter.....

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