Last nights 80's Matchbox secret gig was aces. It was over at The Fortress in Old Street, which is slightly reminiscent of the Ambulance Station on the Old Kent Road (ask your grandad) but without the hash cakes. Despite what I thought to be an amazing gig, the band seemed rather upset with it all: after a set-closing "Mister Mental" Sim threw his bass on the floor and stormed off: he's normally the quiet one. It does seem to be a bit "make or break" for them at the moment, maybe the pressure is getting to them a little. The only downer of the evening was the non-appearance of the genius new tune that they've played the last two times I've seen 'em; the search to indentify it goes on.