Part II
The Resurrection
15 / 3 - 95
@ Tutankhamon

Live:
The Morendoes (N)

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The evening was a success, as the last one. Another proof of the need for a goth club here in Oslo. A lot of new faces, which seemed to enjoy themselves. The band, The Morendoes, did a great gig. They once again proved them self to be a live-band. We also got a great deal of press coverage this time, e.g. Aftenposten (the biggest paper in Oslo) and the local TV station Bootleg.

To avoid being to subjective, I have asked a friend of mine to do this review. Over to you, Darkamber:

After 2 hours of choosing my outfit, back combing and spraying my hair and painting my face, I was finally ready for: GOTHAM NIGHTS - PART 2: THE RESURRECTION

People stared wide eyed after me and K as we made our way to the club. Such a sight had not been seen in Oslo since....well, since one month ago when the first Gotham Nights took place.

We entered the club at slightly past 9 PM, and there was already quite a few people there. The room was appropriately darkened; some candles scattered around nearly the only source of light. The artificial smoke hung heavy across the room - a bit too heavy at times, sometimes it got so dense I had problems seeing my friends across the table!

The dance floor corner (tiny space!) was _very_ dark (no wonder, as all the lamp's el cords had been filched...) and only randomly lit by long periods of strobe light - the ultimate potential epilepsy test...(in fact one girl fell over twitching in a corner, and was dragged outside and taken away by an ambulance)

It was quite amusing watching people dance. The most popular dance was Cast-a-Deadly-Spell-dance, where you stand in one spot, and wave your arms mystically about while wearing a dead serious, haughty expression (and trying very hard not to laugh yourself silly). No Where-Did-I-Loose-My-Sunglasses-dance, though (you know, the backwards-and-forwards walk).

At a nearby table we became after awhile aware of these 2 girls, and a boy (in typical death-metal garb), who seemed to be having the absolutely worst night in their entire miserable existence. They just sat there the entire evening, unsmiling, not talking nor dancing, only leaving the table for more beer. We decided they were either Pretentious Goths (TM), had really horribly painful shoes (you've got to suffer a bit for coolness...) _or_ they were Satanists (which is _still_ a big thing here both in the media and among certain discontent youth (the Rebels-without-a-Clue type...)). It turned out they were just Satanists...how dull...

Then there were the three top hat men, who we had a hard time trying to keep apart, as they also had the same style in beards and long hair. *smile* Ah, yes...long haired men! - my favourite object, I mean subject. What a delightful gathering of adorable, long haired men... *sigh* There were even 2 boys with make-up - imagine: Norwegian boys with make-up! I almost thought I was hallucinating. Though sorely tempted, I did abstain from dragging anyone - screaming and kicking - home with me... *grin*

At the stroke of midnight the band began to play. The Morendoes must be the only real gothic band in Norway, as far as I know. I had never heard them before and was quite sceptical: a _Norwegian_ goth band, could _that_ be any good, at all?

Well, I certainly got a _very_ positive surprise - they were really good! In fact, I was impressed.

The Morendoes had a typical gothic sound along the lines of Sisters of Mercy and Fields of the Nephilim. A massive, rich, dark sound with depth and energy. Having 2 guitarists certainly added to the richness of the sound.

Musically they could perhaps have been a bit more original, but as musicians they made an impressive performance, and they played together excellently. Some of the songs were really good, too. I really liked the vocalist's voice - pity they can't keep him.

Oh, yeah, and the girls at our table all sighed over the band's cute guitarist... *smile*

All in all, I guess that as a goth night in general, it might not have been impressive, but since it was in our _own_ city, and the only Norwegian goth club I've ever been to, it was Dead Brilliant! Meeting new goths you didn't even know existed, and seeing acquaintances you didn't know actually were goths was just wonderful.

I enjoyed myself immensely; we're really, really starved for any gothic events here in Oslo, so being able to go to a goth night here was pure heaven. Oh, joy, oh, bliss! If I should sum Gotham Nights up in one single word, it must be: Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious! Ha!