Break for the Borderline.

In years to come, thousands will claim they were at The Bordeline on the night of the Thursday the 17th of February, 2011. But only the lucky 275 will truly know what it was like to witness the ecstasy, the agony, the sheer inflatibility that came to pass when Provenance of Squid stormed the stage in Soho.
















Of course it's all in the preparation. This time, Rich is not looking at the gear like it's growing out of the ground. He's just plain not looking at it.



















Potter adorned the front of house.



















Jezza bedecked the back ramparts. That might be a euphemism.



















The doors hadn't even opened and we were blowing it already.















Pais's Jaguar was the first casualty of the evening. Mind, even playing it in this state would probably have been more in tune than the inaugural strum on its replacement...



















The backstage hospitality area had everything you could ever want from a service corridor.



















It wasn't just people at the front in discomfort after we came on.



















The stage was set.















The set was staged.

And it was time to go bananas.

It all went by in a blur.















The Pais was blistering.



















And during the grand finale, a dirty ringer invaded the stage. Tone Def stepped up and a new bass God was born.



















We were all smiles. But how was it received by the audience...?















Judge for yourself, with these stupefying clippingtons: