The kids are loving off Club Motherfucker at Bardens Boudoir... but how do the mums feel about it? We thought we'd send two real live mums down to see Gay Against You and Maths Class live.

We got it wrong – We thought ‘Motherfucker’ was the name of the venue. Strange name for a club, I thought. Probably doesn’t do many corporate functions. But, intrigued, we were persuaded to go along. It turned out that ‘motherfucker’ was the name of the event, displayed on a large banner, pinned to the wall behind the stage.

The mums get in the thick of it

Now, I’m a rock chick from way back, but these days I’m more into cool jazz and string quartets. My son is a DJ, though, so I have been educated, and have been to some great Hip Hop and House and Garage nights. My first reaction, then, once the band (who I think were called Maths Class) started up was ’This is going to be the night from hell’. It was punk at it worst - just one big noise. The lead could have been shouting anything – making it up as he went along. All I could think of was the damage the low frequencies were doing to my internal organs.

 
This kid thought it was so cool that we brought mums to Club Motherfucker that right there and then he decided to bring his mum to the next one.

One plus these days is that all venues are smoke-free, so me and my fellow mum stayed, occasionally screaming into each other’s ears over the din. After a while she was desperate for a fag, so we went outside, but as we weren’t allowed to take our drinks with us, it felt a bit like skulking behind the bicycle sheds at school.

Maths Class

By the time we got back, the place had filled up and the second band was on. They’re name was Gay in You or something. Now there were two guys shouting, but they were synchronised, so they’d obviously rehearsed.  We still couldn’t hear the words, but suddenly it didn’t seem to matter. Everyone was having a good time and I was enjoying being surrounded by a heaving mass of sweaty bodies.

Gay Against You

A third band came on, now in costume – cape and mask, in silver and multicoloured sequins. Some sort of Punk Odyssey seemed to be being re-enacted, but it was difficult to tell. We wisely worked our way to the back, as one of the band crowd surfed and a lot of beer was thrown about.

 
Crowd surfing

We left after that – we rock chicks from way back need our beauty sleep – but the general consensus was that it’d been a fun night out. Asked if I’d do it again? Probably not!

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Photography by Burak Cingi 
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