*The Band walks onto the stage, holding the instruments, a roadie carries York's trumpet and a keyboard. Ian is wearing a sweater vest over an oxford and chino's; minus the vest for Pitt. York is wearing a pinstriped suit vest over a rolled up dress shirt, plus a very loosly tied tie. He is wearing his throwback sunglasses. He has a tea cup on a small stand next to him. Kim is wearing tight natucket reds. York leans in towards the mike, and speaks in a monotone voice to test it, but instead of saying 1..2....3, he says*

York-Hello, Bitches.

*Kim stares at him*

York-Sorry

*They open with a new song, Only The Beginning. It runs 8 minutes, before building to a smash bang conclusion that gets the crowd cheering*

York-Hello everyone, I hope you've been having a splendid evening, The Band sends it's salutations. I'm John York, the guitarist, and multi-instrumentalist, that's the beautiful Ian Black, the rhythm guitarist, Edmund Pitt, the drummer, and of course, the girl all of you gentleman will be throwing roses to by the end of the show-

Kim-I'm Kim Black *she recieves applause and cat calls from the males in the audience. She blows kisses and winks at a few spectators in return.* Next, we're doing a cover from one of the most important bands in the entire punk movement.

*They play a slowed, bluesier, more melacholy cover of Blondie's Pretty Baby. Black hams it up, switching between a faux-teenie bopper whine and intense snarles. The Band then plays four of the five songs from their EP. Although critically acclaimed, few in the audience have heard any of the songs. They eat it up. Now that they've earned credibility with the crowd, it's time to do something, a bit..........different.

Kim-We're about to do something unadvisable.

York-I'm going to sing

Edmund-This is never good

Kim-It is not, indeed

York-I'm going to sing a song *ahem* some of you may know.

*York sits down at the keyboard, and starts to play the riff from Radiohead's Creep. He is singing it extremely badly in a scratchy, high piched voice. He is backed by drums. He gets up and plays the dead notes on the guitar, and sits back down and does the chorus. The crowd is laughing. He is stopped*

Kim-This is abysmal, John. British bands shouldn't play grunge.

York-*American* bands shouldn't play grunge. At least not anymore. Never mind, we shall carry on, I will return the mike to it's rightfull owner*hands it to Black* Bob Dylan time.

*They do a cover of Dylan's Subterranian Homesick Blues. York is on the trumpet. They give it a post-punk arrangement, with York briefly on accoustic guitar in the opening, and playing a few keys on the keyboard in place of harmonica. Black belts out the lyrics, holding on the her mike stand, jumping up and down. They then play a new political rocker entitled Fascist Pigs, that sets the crowd in flurry*

York-Our time is about up................you guys don't sound dissapointed enough that we're going back to our rooms.

Kim-Remember boys, I need someone to tuck me in later.

York-Ahem, for our last song we'll be doing, uhhhh, another cover. *mutters with Black* Okay, here's our audition for the next Bond theme. Bye-bye indie cred.

*They play a Post-Punk rendition of the Bond theme Nobody Does it Better. York occassionally plays the trumpet. Black hangs her head back and moans the lyrics carnally. This ends the show with a band; the crowd is going wild. The show is ending at the perfect time as every male(and a few women) in the audience need to go splash off their faces with cold water*

York-Goodnight everyone. Don't do drugs.

*They clear out. York takes his last sip of Tea, Black curtsies for the audience, and blows still more kisses before jumping on York's shoulders to ride off stage.

1.Only The Beginning(new song)
2.Pretty Baby(Blondie cover)
3.Maneater
4.Our Sex Pistols Tribute
5.The Wrestler
6.Paranoia About Death and Heartbreak; Featuring Observations about Privacy, Sexuality in the Human Female, and Passages from Carl Jung's Psychology of the Unconscious
7.Creep(Radiohead cover/parody)
8.Subterranian Homesick Blues(Bob Dylan cover)
9.Fascist Pigs(new song)
10.Nobody Does it Better(Carly Simon cover)

Ace Motel @ Underground Live
by DistortedAudio

A round of applause begins as the first night's headlining acts arrive on stage. Kid Fever heads over to his stool with his Fender Stratocaster in hand.

"I am Kid Fever." He begins to speak into his mic before sitting down and pointing over to his partner, "That's Lady Wonder and we're Ace Motel." Lady Wonder sits down before her keyboard.

"It's Eleven Ten and we thought it'd be fun to play an improv set. So here's our first song...or story maybe? It's called 'No Love Lost." Lady Wonder speaks out before she nods over to Kid Fever.

Brazil


Strong keyboard strokes begin the song as the sounds break out over the stage before Fever begins wildly strumming, reminiscent of a Mexican Folk song then he abruptly stops, bringing his lips to the microphone.

She said she was a girl from Brazil
Came here to get her fill

He begins strumming once more, this time calmly and slowly. Picking each chord with finesse in his own rendition of the classic song.

Of love and lost
Little did I know

Dark sounds elevate from Wonder's keyboard as Fever strikes one last chord and stomps down on his Reverb pedal at the same time, leaving an echo of the final chord. A river of applause floods through the crowd as Fever nods, "Thank you, now for this next song Wonder'll be singing. It's a cover of a pretty well-known Metric song called Black Sheep."

Black Sheep

Fever lightly touches his guitar leaving feedback as Wonder approaches the mic infront of her Keyboard, "BLACK SHEEP COME ON!" she repeats over and over again before Fever raises his guitar above his head and strikes down on his chord, non-stop before he halts and begins a steady strike. Wonder approaches the mic once more:

Hello Again
Friend of a Friend
I knew you when
Our common goal
Was waiting for the world to end

With the final word of the verse, Wonder begins to play her keyboard with a steady backing that wraps around Fever's strums.

Now that the truth
Is just a rule
That you can bend
You can crack the whip
Shapeshift and trick the past again
Sending my love on the wire
Lift you up everytime
Everyone ooh
Pulls away ooh
From you ooooh

Fever launches a breakdown of the last verse with a new riff, striking each chord as the duo's drum machine beats furiously. Then it all slows down, back to the original steady rock.

Got balls of steel
Got an automobile for a minimum wage
Got real estate
I'm buying it all up and out of space
Now that the truth
Is just a rule
That you can bend
You crack the whip
Shapeshift and trick the past again
Sending my love on the wire
Lift you up everytime
Everyone ooh
Pulls away oooh
It's a mechanical bull
and number one
You'll take a ride from anyone
Everyone wants a ride
Pulls away ooh
From you ooh

The drum machine begins a steady beat as it all stops once more. "Thank you, thank you!" Wonder announces as the crowd begins to cheer once more.

---

(A song or two later)

"This next song is called, 'You Really Blow at This Mister' and it's original." Fever shouts before he nods over to Wonder and she begins to play, creating a sound akin to an old video game playing. Fever stomps down on his Reverb Pedal as he strums a single time, creating an echo.

Who the hell are you!
Why aren't you ever here!

Fever shouts into the microphone before the duo stops playing. The crowd murmurs quietly afterwards as Fever and Wonder begin to go into their next song.

---

(A song or two later)

The set is nearly over and the duo stand together at the center of the stage as Fever drops his Stratocaster and pulls his mic stand infront of him. "This next one is a surprise." Fever relays into his mic as Wonder begins to tap on her keyboard, a familiar sound begins. "Sing along if you know the words."

Why Can't We Be Friends?

Fever gently nods his head as Wonder plays through the strokes.

Why can't we be friends
Why can't we be friends
Why can't we be friends
Why can't we be friends
I've seen you around for a long long time
I remembered you when you drinked my wine

This time the crowd joins in with Fever,

I seen you walking in Chinatown
I called you but you could not look around
Why can't we be friends
Why can't we be friends
Why can't we be firends
Why can't we be friends
I bring my money to the Welfare Line
I see you standin' in it everytime
Why can't we be friends
Why can't we be friends
Why can't we be friends
Why can't we be friends
The color of your skin don't matter to me
As long as we can live in harmony
Why can't we be friends
Why can't we be friends
Why can't we be friends
Why can't we be friends
I'd kinda like to be the President
So I could show your money's spent
Why can't we be friends
Why can't we be friends
Why can't we be friends
Why can't we be friends
Sometimes I don't speak right
But yet I know what I'm talking about
Why can't we be friends
Why can't we be friends
Why can't we be friends
Why can't we be friends
I know you're working for the CIA
They wouldn't have you workin' in the Mafia!

The whole crowd joins together singing, "Why can't we be friends" as Fever hoots into his microphone and Wonder's playing slows down. "Thanks for a wonderful night ladies and gentlemen! Tomorrow Edward Barat will be headlining and they'll be a ton of other shows!"

John-This evening is positively superlative. Now I'm just............here, puffing a cigar
Edmund-Always such a people person
Ian-And you know what they say about guys who smoke cigars
John-That they're dignified and refined?

ShootingAces are watching these shows carefully ;)

Edward: Looking forward to performing tonight! Also be good to see Ethan's set.

Lucifer’s hood is up as he walks onto the stage. The mic is in his hand. He stops in the middle of the stage, hood still up and his head down. A heavy baseline blasts from the speakers. Lucifer gradually lifts the microphone up to his mouth.

“Yeah,
Hoods up, heads down,
See me and they gather ‘round,
They know that I’m trouble,
Always here on the double,
Got my pain, know what’s right,
Feeling the hate, up for a fight,
Don’t fucking tempt me blud,
You won’t like what’s under the hood.”

Lucifer lifts his head and starts to move around the stage now.

“Hoods up, heads down,
Shake ‘em off all over town,
Take down yours and I’ll take mine,
What the fuck? You won’t take time,
I’d have you mate, don’t forget it,
Don’t try me boy, or you’ll regret it,
You hit the ground, down and out,
You didn’t have the time to fucking shout.”

Lucifer walks to the front of the stage and sticks his fingers up to the audience.

“Fuck off mate!

Hoods up, heads down; bitch.

BOOM!”

The speakers make a huge noise and then it goes silent. The audience is silent for around 10 seconds, and then it goes insanely crazy. Lucifer looks up and pulls his hood down.



“Y’alright everybody?!” The crowd cheers; it has been a good night of music, and the headlining act hasn’t even been on yet. “You loving the music?” The crowd cheers again. He nods, “Safe. That last track is gonna be my first release yeah. It was called Hoods up, Heads Down. Now for more of my sick tunes, yeah. This one is called Pyroclastic Flow.”

A huge noise fills the room, and Lucifer moves to the far right hand corner of the stage. The beat is very quick and very loud. Lucifer starts to rap to the track. It is very fast, the name for the track comes from the idea of a volcano’s pyroclastic flow – which is where the lava comes down the side of the volcano at an unstoppable speed. Lucifer integrates several intelligent statements into this track which suggest he is not just ‘your local Chav who stands outside your local Spar with a bottle of something and a cigarette in his mouth’. The beat grows in pace towards the end of the song. The music stops but Lucifer keeps going on rapping. 15 seconds into him rapping over nothing, the music blasts back from the speakers again and the room explodes with excitement. The track comes to a stop with a loud bang. Lucifer takes off his jacket now and throws it off to the side of the stage.



Two or three more tracks blast out of the speakers before Lucifer stops to talk to the audience again. “Who came to see me tonight, be honest yeah. I ent bothered, there are so many sick acts tonight.” A small proportion of the audience cheered for him, “Yeah, that’s good then. I’m happy with that. Who’s gonna come to a show I do in the future now?” A larger proportion of the audience cheers now, “That is what I came to do. To turn you!” Lucifer winks at a girl on the front row and then looks back up to the audience, “Okay then, my next track is one of my favorites from my mixtape that is coming up in March. It is called The Beast.” A quiet beat rises behind him, “It is fucking awesome.” As soon as he finishes his sentence the music looses all control and goes crazy. The track is 5 minutes long and is a continuous rap, with no chorus or intervals that were any longer than 5 seconds. By the end of it he is sweating buckets and has gone bright red. He stops to breathe a moment while the outro fades into nothingness with the crowd going mad.
Lucifer performs another two tracks and then stops, “Yeah, well this is my last track of the night. It is called Rush.”
Lucifer starts to rap over silence, 30 seconds in and some music gradually starts to rise behind his vocals. By the time we have hit 90 seconds the track his really turned into another Drum’n’bass track. His vocals are swift and sharp, while the music is fast and hard. The track comes to an end and Lucifer drops his head and just stands there while the audience applauds his performance.

Tracklist:
Hoods Up, Heads Down
Pyroclastic Flow
Collision
Revival
Survival
The Beast
Storm
Shockwave
Rush