The venue was a long, dark and narrow room with a few tables and stools and a swanky bar, and a small aluminium stage laden with equipment,
and...drums?! Corn Mo came on just as we trooped in, to introduce the local support act and good friends of his, he said: Son of Shrimp. They might have been alright, I don't know, but they were certainly very loud. The sound man, Thomas, didn't know where to find the monitor and so the drummer couldn't hear what the guitarists were doing, but even after Jordan came and sorted it all out, Son of Shrimp's sound didn't improve.
Corn Mo was on next, and the audience went wild. He comes to Belfast regularly, and has built up a faithful fanbase there, most of whom were in the house that night. Plus, of course, he had brought us along, and we love Corn Mo. Unfortunately, he had now cut the werewolf song from his repertoire...but it's alright as Julia has a recording of it from that first gig. We couldn't get a good view from where we had been when Son of Shrimp were on, and so we had no choice but to go up front and sit down on the floor, where very soon, we were actually joined by said Scion of Shellfish, and then a few more people who were latecomers to the party.
And then, almost before we knew it, CoRo were up on stage.
They started off with the song that had been the off-mic the night before, a cover of Billy Bragg's Help Save The Youth Of America, giving their left-wing Democrat credentials; and then launched into 92 Mikes, which segued into Trumpet, which was followed by...you can tell I snagged the setlist after the show, can't you? ;-)
It was an electrifying performance, with Eric occasionally rocking out, Adam holding Jesus hostage in the trunk, and Jordan doing what Jordan does best, i.e. play the trumpet, the banjo, the bass, the guitar. After the set, the boys went to do a signing, while a DJ unleashed the most godawful racket and we decided to head to the hotel bar for a quiet drink and a mulling over of the night's event among friends. However, we had scarcely sat down in our comfy chairs, when we were joined by Corn Mo...upon whom five minutes later, Child of Crustacean descended, like a gaggle of very excited, very rude young men. They pinched Christy's chair without so much as a by-your-leave, and pointedly ignored us after the following exchange:
Spawn of Seafood's singer: "We opened for Common Rotation!"
Me: "We know. We saw. We heard."
Spawn of Seafood's singer: "So you didn't like us then." - [hissy fit]
After a while, we got up and relocated to the lobby and the Internet. Matt joked that they could track IP-addresses at the website - "we know who everyone is" - though that fell a bit flat later when we realised that we'd been accessing the site through the hotel's rather anonymous connection.
Then it was off to Bedfordshire, knowing that our taxi would call at 9am to take us back to the airport and our plane bound for Glasgow.