Baseball were pretty full on; imagine Ninetynine's Baluchistan, only extended into an entire set of songs. Cameron jumped around the stage, violently abused his violin and ranted and screamed about Spanish atrocities in Mexico, Israeli atrocities in Lebanon, the bloodthirsty Assyrian empire and other similar vintage Cameron Potts agitprop, backed by Monika on drums. A few songs into it, he brought in a MiniDisc recording of a drum machine playing rapid-fire barrages; think Cabaret Voltaire or someone like that. Then Monika took the stage with her accordion, and Cameron playing drums, and indulging in some excessive drum solos, in a long piece about sitting in a Japanese hotel room and being bored. And they ended with a cover of an old-school UK hip-hop number called Electric Kingdom. Standing there and watching them play in the darkened cavern of the Ding Dong Lounge felt as if I had stepped onto the set of Dogs In Space or something. (Speaking of which, do you suppose that Cameron perhaps watched that film once too often during his formative years?)
The Chips were quite good too; they did much the same set of as-yet unrecorded tracks they've been kicking around for the past few years, as well as a few from Gardenesque.