The Generics

Koko is heaving tonight and anticipation pulsing through the crowd. I make my way to the bar to be greeted with a trainee barman and as the opening act, he’s a little uncertain of his ability. Nonetheless he proceeds to pour a decent pint with a well rounded head; a promising talent and certainly one to watch closely. I sample my drink and try to ignore the dirge coming from the direction of the stage. Next up is the bar manager who opens with a storming vodka and coke; before long he’s serving up his best, a few Aftershocks, a Carling or two and even slipping in a fancy cocktail. Unfortunately this flawless act is marred by horrendous sound, mainly from four twats with guitars near the front of the venue. Still, as the night comes to a crescendo with last orders, the bar man finishes me off with a dram of whisky. A fantastic bar, shit band.