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It’s a dark, damp evening here in Bridgeport, but if you thought a little rain would stop Meteorites fans, you’re wrong. Tonight is the second evening of two one-off reunion shows- and the freaks are lining up, with dyed hair, ripped fishnets and heavy makeup as far as the eye can see.

A lot has happened since the last time the Meteorites played together. Most notably, Tea Meteorite’s coming out as transgender and subsequent gender transition, a revelation that divided the Meteorites’ fanbase. Tonight, though, everyone’s come together with one purpose. Rumours fly about the night before- whispers of blood, profanity, insanity, nudity. They weren’t wrong.

Support band The Pyromantics are obviously a little awestruck to be performing. This three-piece obviously owes a lot of their aesthetic to The Meteorites, but add enough misfits-esque bass chug and whoa-oh to stir things up a little. They finished with an enthusiastic cover of ‘Dig Up Her Bones’, firmly setting themselves as a crowd-pleaser. There’s big things ahead for this little group.

Then comes the main event. The venue plunges into complete darkness, the stage filling with smoke. The atmosphere is set with eerie soundbites ripped straight from 'The Exorcist’. The crowd mutters quietly, shuffling forward- before being blinded by the sudden stage lights. There’s a deep riff from Matt Mcloughs guitar, and suddenly the whole band (sans Tea) are onstage, instruments in their hands. The crowd howls as they launch into their back catalogue. They open with 'Scream and Sugar’; a few bars into the song ‘Miss Meteorite’ saunters her way onto the stage, dressed in little more than fishnets, black panties and electrical tape across her nipples. Her appearance works the room into a frenzy, screaming and yelling as the whole sea of people surges forward towards the stage. Meteorite is as vicious as ever, reanimating old tracks as she screams her way through them.

Despite the intensity of the place, when Terra Meteorite wants to speak, the crowd shuts up and listens.

“So I heard you didn’t think I could sing anymore?” she growls, “And I’ll say this right now. You think I’m any less capable now than before, just because I’m being true to myself, then you can go fuck yourself!”

She slams down the mic stand while the crowd roars in approval.

“It’s fucking amazing to see you all here again tonight, Bridgeport!”

With that they start up their next track.

Even with their lengthy hiatus, The Meteorites seem like a well-oiled machine. They’re no longer the collective wild-child of the music scene, but that seems to have led to good things. Of course, it isn’t perfect- but even if Terra misses a note, her voice is pure rock and roll. Meteorite owns the stage. She grinds and struts, her whole performance somehow unnerving and strange. A few more songs, and quiet falls once more.

“So… Bridgeport.. I was thinking…” She teases, suddenly and jarringly coquettish. “I used to be on stage without a shirt all the time. Nobody batted an eyelid…”

Grinning, she slowly peels the electrical tape from her nipples. The act is met with roar from the crowd, but I can’t tell if it was roused by her words. Perhaps Meteorite is making a political statement, but the look in her eyes makes it seem that it was the attention she was craving.

The music begins again, and chaos descends. The band are all dripping blood from their mouths as they strike up the next song, the Meteorites classic 'Cyanide’. During the course of the song, Tea douses herself in fake blood, rubbing it over herself and grinding against the floor. It doesn’t take long before the stage looks like a set from Carrie. At some point, Meteorite loses her panties and takes to stage in nothing but a pair of fishnet tights and combat boots- and even those are lost in interludes between songs.

Soon Tea is fully nude and alone on the stage. 'The Exorcist’ excerpts are back, but this time we’re treated to a looping 'Let Jesus fuck you’ while some deep and distorted guitars growl away in the background. Strobe lights flash as she (hopefully) pretends to pleasure herself with a crucifix. It’s suddenly glaringly obvious why this show is both strictly 18+ and being held only at drummer Jacky Splatter’s own venue.

Darkness falls once more, briefly, before the band return to play a 5 song encore. Terra has disappeared- Matt Mclough takes her place on vocals as the band perform a 'Chainsaw Syndrome’ track. Zacharie Libby from The Pyromantics makes a reappearance, adding rhythm guitar and some more backing vocals to the mix. The rest of the show contains some firm fan favorite tracks and a clothed Tea Meteorite who wastes no time getting the new guy on stage good and bloody. As the last chords of the last song ’ Bats of a feather’ ring out, Meteorite begins to smash her mic stand against the stage and is quickly joined by bassist Joey Glast who cleanly breaks the neck of his bass in two. The crowd are treated to a destructive rock and roll display as the band trash their instruments and toss out guitar picks. Tea drops from the stage, setting herself up behind the barriers and she shares out blood covered set lists, hugs, handshakes and broken pieces of instrument with the front row of the crowd.

As the band leave, their fans reaching desperately towards them, haunted house sounds blare over the PA system. It takes a moment for reality to descend, but I’m sure that many of them- including myself- were wondering what dimension they’d been in for the past evening.

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