So, Poland then? To be honest we booked our flights a little late so our routing was not as direct as we would have liked it. Glasgow to Amsterdam and then on to Krakow in Poland, our flight was about 45 minutes delayed so we arrived at our very swish 4 star hotel just as the bar was closing! Just as well we had a pint or two on the way!
Katowice is a beautiful modern European city modernising itself daily, the venue we played in was the amazingly shaped Katowice arena. Looking just like the Starship Enterprise from Star Trek it was even more impressive when you went inside.
And inside, check out the bloody roof! How fantastic is that?
Now this festival hasn’t run
for 8 years so the promoters
were trying very hard to get it
right this year to set it up
again for next year. What a well
run and well organized event.
Hats off to Wojciech and his
team, from the very impressive
sound system to the incredible
lighting show, Oh and our very
alcoholic rider in the dressing
room which we couldn’t take full
advantage of as the show was a,
‘Play and go,’ one! As in, go
back to the airport because our
return flight was 3 hours after
show time! One thing though, the
Polish photographers know how to
take a good shot or two! Here’s
a name credit check for 3 of
First shows of the year are starting to come and go thick and fast. On Friday the 3rd of March we flew out to Hamburg to play the great, Hell over Hammaburg festival. This time our guitars had their own seats on the plane so we knew they would also make the journey! When we arrived at Hamburg airport, we were met by our driver and taken to our hotel, ‘Superbude,’ in the ‘St. Georg’ region of the city. Now, as we pulled up at the hotel you kind of thought, ok ….interesting, maybe not in such a positive way but as you walked down the alley way to the hotel reception the ‘Wow!’ factor defiantly hit you. On the hotel counter as you signed in were a variety of ‘stickers.’ My favourite one said,
The hotel was a ‘theme’
hotel with lots of theme rooms.
Mine was like an American skate
board park, with actual
skateboards as shelves in the
room! With very helpful and
friendly staff and an excellent,
‘help yourself,’ buffet where
Mick decided to make himself
some waffles. So you had to
whisk the waffle mixture and
pour it onto the waffle iron to
cook. A novel idea and fairly
straight forward you would
think? Whisk and pour, whisk and
pour, got it? Unfortunately not
for Mick, with half the mixture
on the floor and a quarter on
the work top and the waffle
cooking time all wrong, Mick
ended up with what I can only
describe as a small, twisted,
alien looking slug! Never mind,
he ate it!
Back to the UK for a couple of weeks and then back on a plane to play some Italian shows, starting in Rome at the famous Traffic club. As we were walking down the aisle to get off the plane, the cockpit door opened and the Captain stepped out, smiled at us and started shaking our hands! Accompanied with, ‘I’m a bit of a fan boy of metal music and I love the Tygers!’ It blew us away somehow you just don’t kind of expect this from an airline Captain? But it was very nice! Luckily I had a guitar pick in my pocket which I gave him. He was delighted saying he collects them! Anyway, after a short ride in the beautiful Roman sunshine we arrived at the gig. Great venue with wild fans already there waiting for us at sound check time around 16.00 in the afternoon. Rome was ‘Roccioso,’ Prato was ‘Perfetto,’ and Brescia was ‘Belissimo.’ Italians like there hard rock that’s for sure, amazing turnouts for all the show’s, thank you so much to each and everyone one of you for coming out to ROAR with the Tyger boys…
All that’s left to say
really is a big thank you to
Marco EPI for the photo’s and
YOU for coming out to the shows.
And there’re off! First show
of the year, which saw us
headlining this great festival
in Portugal. But what a trip!
Better put the kettle on, Once
upon a time starts here….Our
first flight was from Manchester
airport at 06.15 am to Brussels.
We set off from Craig’s and
drove across the M62 to
Manchester. The 62 crosses the
Pennine hills, (the backbone of
England) and consequently the
road is well above sea level.
What’s my point? Fog! Thick
bloody fog. As we neared the
airport it wasn’t getting any
better. We checked in the
guitars and bags and made for
the bar for some breakfast. See
you thought I was going to say a
Well we had one of those as
well! We boarded our flight
10minutes late and then sat on
the plane for a further 40
minutes because of fog. Then
came an announcement from the
Captain saying although we were
clear to take off we would have
to wait a further 20 minutes to
see if the weather was going to
get any better in Brussels as it
was snowbound at that airport!
70 minutes late and we were off
up into the blue skies of Grand
Britannia, ebbing our way to the
continent. When we landed at
Brussels, as we entered the
arrivals gate they were doing
the final call for our next
flight to Lisbon! We ran, that’s
all I can say, we ran….as we
made the departure gate the
young lad from Brussels Airlines
was closing it! Everyone was
already on the plane and we did
the walk of shame down the
centre aisle, even though it
wasn’t our fault we were late.
So let’s go, come on let’s
go...Bing bong, “Ladies and
Gentleman we are currently
waiting in a queue of planes to
be de-iced before takeoff. We
expect this will take an hour!”
FFS! Finally we were de-iced and
off to sunny Portugal.
On arrival we passed through
passport control and went to
pick up our guitars. After an
hour’s wait we approached the
staff and asked them to check
where our guitars were. ‘Still
in Brussels,’ was the reply, oh
hell! Brussels Airlines cocked
up well and truly and the next
flight to Portugal from Brussels
would be too late for us to
receive them before our show. So
we did the paperwork and set off
on our 3 hour drive to Mangualde,
the city where the festival was.
We managed to borrow two guitars
and a bass for the show from two
bands that were on earlier in
the day. A big thank you to Jose
Rocha, the festival owner and
Pedro our driver for looking
after us like kings!
A big shout out for our
photographers please, Francisco
Figueiredo and Pedro Sales.
We arrived back at the hotel around 02.30 and hit the sack! At 05.00am my phone rang and woke me up, it was Brussels Airlines, asking if we wanted our guitars sending to Lisbon! “No, no, no, I have already had this conversation with you! We agreed you would send them to Manchester today!” So I asked what time flight they would be on and was told 10.00am. I then asked where we should pick them up from and was told the baggage re-claim window in Manchester airport. We set off to the airport after breakfast at 07.00am. Everything was going swimmingly until we left the departure gate at Lisbon airport and boarded the bus to take us to the aircraft on the runway…On arrival at the stairs of the plane we waited on the bus for the go-ahead to disembark and board the aircraft. We waited and waited and waited, some 45 minutes passed by with two busloads of people standing, waiting, getting hacked off! We finally were told the Captain’s seat had a bolt missing and he would not fly the plane unless it was fixed! So both busses drove back to the terminal and we climbed the stairs back to the departure lounge. ONE MINUTE later they announced the departure of the bloody flight again! Everybody got back on the bus and we were driven back to the waiting plane. On arrival in Manchester we went to the baggage claim desk we were told too and presented our retrieval baggage documents…”Sir, your guitars are not here! Well they ARE in the UK, but not here! No one told us to keep them so they have been sent to our holding centre several miles away to be delivered to your home address later this week!” Annoyed? The boys managed to scrape me off the ceiling…You couldn’t make it up, you really couldn’t. Thank god the show in Portugal was off the scale which made up for our calamitous weekend. Portugal is an amazing place and we can’t wait to go back and do some more shows…with our own guitars!
As you can see we love the
‘Live.’ And we get to meet so
many brilliant people along the
way! The last night of the tour
was in Edinburgh at Bannermans.
Please give it up for Steve and
Carole who, at the last minute
stepped in and manned our merch
stall and did us proud! Also I
would like to personally thank
our wonderful photographers who
always seem to capture the
terrific side of the Tygers.
And so the dust settles on
the end of the tour and we earn
ourselves a couple of weeks off.
The next and final show of the
year was a new festival called
Winterstorm in Troon, Ayrshire,
Well, what else is new?
Lots….Our Tyger Blood beer has
sold out 3 times! Each brew is
around 1440 pints and it’s all
gone! Somebody’s got the taste
for it! Ross, the main man from
Box Social Brewery is on the
case producing the next batch,
it’s also on its way to
Copenhagen and Germany with
talks going on at the moment
with the USA.
Box Social Brewery have also
just opened up their very own
‘Micro Pub’ in Newcastle City
centre. It’s essentially a micro
beer rock bar and since it
opened on December the 6th it’s
been packed out every night. On
Friday the 27th of January Box
Social are having a Tyger Blood
promotion night at their new
establishment and are brewing us
a ‘Special’ strength beer
called, ‘Imperial Tyger Blood,’
and it’s going to be 9% proof!
If you live in the Newcastle
area and want to come along and
meet the band and have a pint
stick the date in your diary!
Here are a few dates
announced so far, bear in mind
there are still to be announced
dates for Asia, and the UK plus
On the 17th of January we
are going to be shooting our new
video for the next single, ‘Glad
Rags.’ Flashlight Films are
making it for us again, there
last one they did for us had
over 100,000 views on You Tube!
I can’t give too much away but,
dancing girls, smoke and mirrors
that’s just the start!