Tom Martin

One of the most fun NME On The Roads I shot last year was without a doubt Tribes on their Come Vibe With Me Tour sometimes I think my own commentary of these blogs is a little forced/very boring so I'm super pleased to have my buddy NME journo and superstar Vice celebrity chef JO FUERTES-KNIGHT doing a bit of a guest spot with some comments on this one!... Thanks Jo!!

Tom was dying of snake flu and had to spend the entire time bombing bumps of Lemsip. Meanwhile I was a nervous wreck as it was my maiden voyage north of Watford, and I hadn’t even had any malaria injections or anything. Yet we still managed to ace the Tribes NME On The Road…by ‘ace’ I mean not get hospitalised, lost or initiated into any cults.

 

First stop, somewhere in Oxfordshire. After kerb-crawling some pensioners and wandering onto a probably top secret army airbase, we finally arrive at our destination.

It’s not everyday you meet a band so skilled at putting gazebos up.

Actually, fuck the band, look at this outrageously sexy cat we met wandering through the equipment. I was far too shy to get his number.

Such a majestic beast.

Everyone was secretly relieved we had crisps and cheese sandwiches instead of the usual NME standard ketamine buffet.

Dan’s pinky finger game was untouchable.

The vanity shot, Tom ignored my idea of having them do Ring-a-Roses while topless and wearing crowns of daisy chains.

Meeting the muscle, because we know how breathtakingly violent Oxfordshire can be at night.

We passed the time toasting marshmallows and passing bunny rabbits on the open fire.

Gig goers start to pile into the back garden…Christ, it’s EXACTLY like an episode of Skins.

Look what we built! Well, what everyone else built. I was super busy molesting the cat.

Warming up for the garden gig, hundreds of teens are glued to their Twitter posting “LMAOROFL @ da secret #tribes gig ;)”

Johnny does a fine come hither motion, there is a collective panty sneeze amongst the ladies.

That is a pair of testicles scrawled on Miguel’s arm.

The obligatory, “look, some musicians are eating” shot.

Miguel cosying up to some whore groupie. Slut.

The Jewel of the North…Brett’s Fish Restaurant.

Look that’s me! I thought there was some kind of charity marathon happening, but Tom informed me it was just how competitive binge drinking goes down in Leeds.

Time for the interview in The Wank Dungeon, the band are visibly furious at the lack of wipe free gimp suits.

Who’s that creeping in the background? GET OUT OF THE FUCKING PHOTO.

Only one set of miserly bollock handcuffs was recovered from The Wank Dungeon.

Some serious bromance going down with the Tribes’ personal cameraman.

Miguel has a lightbulb moment.

Adam Ant turned up from 1986, there was that much hype around the gig.

I don’t know who these guys were, but anyone who turns up to a student house party with supermarket brand Imperial Vodka has my heart forever.

(I actually do know who these kings amongst men are. Some of Leeds' finest...)

A student is so enthralled by Dan’s beauty he spills his beer.

Johnny and the hot girl that furnished us with Carlsbergs.

Smile, say “student-debt” everyone! Miguel on the bottom right, so IN there before he was piled back into the van.

And so we say goodbye to the band and leave them to the rest of their mini tour. Next stop, some guy’s second floor council flat in Brighton.

Jo Fuertes-Knight

***Thanks to Tre, all the crew, all the Channel 4 guys and the band for making this so much fun and looking after me whilst I had flu.***