Monday, 11 June 1984   Heaven Ultradisco, London

Smile / Lie Dream of a Casino Soul / Lay of the Land / God Box / Copped It / Hexen Definitive / 2 x 4 / C.R.E.E.P. / No Bulbs / Ludd Gang / Garden / Oh! Brother / Pat Trip Dispenser / Wings / Hey! Marc Riley

- "Damp in the cellar... smelt like Holland! (...) like cattle farmed, environment list." (amended lyrics to "Smile")
- "The Greenpeace looked like... the CND looked like saffron on the realm... twenties Cambridge. Thirties ditches." (amended lyrics to "Hexen Definitive")
- "I hate the guts of Shakin' Stevens cos he is a c***!" (amended lyrics to "Ludd Gang")
- "He had the Mark E Smith book under a German evil book. He was contrived like that. Let's face it, an audio hack." (amended lyrics to "Garden")
- "His ferry stopped at Lancashire ferry pool port. He was a fucking Northern idiot, let's face it, let's face it. Minstrel! Minstrel!" (amended lyrics to "Garden")
- "We had some fun with those cheapo Caledonian airline shits and snobs." (amended lyrics to "Wings")

Swans supporting. £3

David: "We three white suburban middle-class lads walked timidly into London's top gay disco and were served over-priced drinks by moustachioed, mincing barmen wearing tee-shirts torn to reveal the left nipple. First on were the Swans who were very loud, very repetitive and very, very bad. The crowd disappeared for the duration of their set. The Fall finally hit the stage at 12:15 am (thank God one of us was driving) and played a good-natured, rather bouncy set which culminated in an extremely wide cross-section of people gathering into circles and jumping on the spot to 'Wings' with big silly grins on their faces. Many cries during the set for 'Over The Hill' - presumably 'Clear-Off!'. Real 'pop' stand-outs were 'Copped It' and 'No Bulbs' which didn't seem to be anything like the Fall I'd been listening to for the past two years. A good night out, and one reason why 1984 was the year I went totally 100% Fall mad."