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Check out our previous live reviews below (listed alphabetically by band name) Acid Eyeliner Album Launch (March 2008) A Day To Remember (11/06/08) Aiden (08/04/08) Amathyst (15/02/08) Anberlin (24/11/08) Antonamasia (15/02/08) Apocalyptica (11/12/08) Armstrong + support (30/08/08) Atticus Flip the Bird Tour (17/02/08) Betty Ford Clinic (Club Night) (25/01/08) The Big Chill 2008 Bonar Law with support from M.O.T (08/03/08) Comeback Kid (10/07/08) Comply or Die (11/09/08) Death Angel (15/04/08) Disturbed (10/10/08) Don Caballero (09/11/08) Elliot Minor (05/04/08) Fandangle (11/09/08) Fandangle (11/07/08) Fandangle (01/05/08) Flatline Drama (22/03/2008) Fucked Up (24/02/08) The Futureheads (20/12/08) Gallows (24/02/08) Genghis Tron (23/11/08) Groezrock Festival 2008 (9th and 10th May) The Gutter Twins (21/02/08) Hexes (25/11/08) HIM (25/03/2008) Hot Chip (26/10/08) Hot Club De Paris (29/05/08) Hydro Connect (29th-31st August 2008) - weekend overview Imperial Leisure (20/11/08) Isis (07/12/08) I Was a Cub Scout (19/02/08) The Johnstones (11/09/08) The Matches (19/09/08) The Matches (25/11/07) Meet Me In St Louis (26/11/07) Million Empire (26/09/08) Mindless Self Indulgence (24/04/08) The New 1920 (26/11/07) Newton's Playground - festival (7th-9th March 2008) Ok Pilot & Shapes (16/05/08) One Night Only (05/12/07) Pagan Festival (07/04/08) Queens of the Stone Age (10/12/07) Rancid (07/11/08) Raging Speedhorn (25/10/08) Reel Big Fish (19/02/08) Reel Big Fish (15/02/08) Rockabilly Riot (24/05/08) Sam Issac (26/11/07) Second Chance (01/10/08) Set Your Goals (24/02/08) Slam Dunk Festival 2008 (25/05/08) Sonic Boom Six (29/07/08) SSS (24/02/08) The Subways (04/04/08) Taste of Chaos 2007 Tubelord (26/11/07) Underoath (13/09/08) Unholy Alliance III (31/10/08) Voltera (15/02/08) We Are The Ocean (22/01/09) Yashin (09/08/08) You Me at Six (04/11/08) Zebrahead (19/10/08) ZOO8 Festival 2008 (10/07/08) | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
We Are The Ocean, The Urgency, Deaf Havana
The first thing that it’s impossible not to be struck by is the crowd. Young, energetic and extremely... fringey. Then again, of course, what would one expect from a roster of bands that are broadly classified as melodic emotional hardcore.
First band Deaf Havana evoke moderate enthusiasm but their set passes without particular noteworthiness. Although quite clearly possessing ability they do nothing to mark themselves as unique quite simply because they aren’t, and whilst they do enough to warrant applause they will not be the band that people go away talking about tonight.
Americans the Urgency have a bit more of the inventiveness that DH were lacking with an ultra melodic set that casts aside the ‘core’ aspects of tonight’s performances. A handful of dedicated fans make themselves known and swoon over Tyler Gurwicz’s sugary vocals, and come the rendition of ‘Fingertips’ there isn’t anyone who can argue with the enjoyability of the song, apart from a small group of lads who seem annoyed they can’t mosh yet.
As the screams of teenage girls subsides and a couple of said teenagers attempt to deliver a card to some of the band members (encased in an envelope covered in hearts …eww) moshing is certainly what we get. We Are the Ocean power their way through some older favourites from their self-titled EP, Opening with the storming ‘Don’t Be Careless’ they move from strength to strength and delight the crowd with tunes like ‘I’ve Never Felt This Damn Good’, who positively lap it up. The sight of so many teen-something’s pummelling into each other is reminiscent of a school battle of the bands when the band that played rock covers came on and all the pent up frustration and angst was released, much like tonight, with a big smile and a lot of sweat.
A new song from their forthcoming album puts any doubt in the band’s ability to vary to rest, as it features an impressive vocal intro from Liam Cromby (guitar/vocals), his clean vocals providing excellent counterpoint throughout the set to the screamo vocals being orchestrated by Dan Brown (not that Dan Brown), who hangs over the barrier and insights the crowd to go even more nuts. During ‘Save Me! Said the Saviour’ it becomes clear that this is causing a few worries for the venue personnel, and the mic’s are cut out of apparent fear of the negative effects of too many emo kids going postal on each other. Predictably this does nothing to calm things. As the wreckage clears following a pitched fringe battle for the finale of ‘Nothing Good Has Happened Yet’ a look round and reveals a pair of shoes that have landed nearby from out of the mêlée somewhere. The owner wanders up and recovers them and we exchange looks, promptly followed by smiles, and closer still by laughter. When all the shoes, dust and fashionable haircuts have settled then, it is impossible not to view tonight as a triumph for We Are The Ocean. One can’t help but feel their snowball is going to continue picking up speed.
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The Futureheads with Johnny Foreigner
It was only three years ago, but doesn't 'Hounds of Love' feel like a decade past? It was an undeniable monster of a single, retaining the poignancy of Kate Bush's original whilst injecting it with an energy and vibrancy that cemented the Sunderland four-piece as everyone's new favourite indie outfit. It seemed ridiculous then to hear that the band had been dropped by their label the year after that perfection of a single was released. Another victim of the fickle industry, it might be said. Sounds may make sales, but sales do not make bands. Then in May of 2008 came third album 'This Is Not The World', released on their own label, done their own way. And The Futureheads were most certainly back in action.
Tonight then was to be proof of whether our familiar friends were trying to cling onto their credibility after such a disheartening blow as the label-break seemed, or if it had been exactly what the band needed to find themselves again.
First though, some music from Johnny Foreigner - very much the quintessential British indie-pop-rock three piece, with their poster-friendly faces, youthful charm and quirky, catchy song writing. Live, it's sparkly and punky, danceable and singalong-friendly, with some faintly reckless guitar playing and drum thrashing that makes for a band who seem to have a lot of fun playing live. Innovative and creative? Perhaps not. But cute nonetheless.
And kudos to Johnny Foreigner for touring with such a highly anticipated band - literally, the atmosphere in the room before the headline act was like that of a surprise party gathering, everyone quietly musing and excitedly whispering in anticipation of our old friends. After much cheering for these four very friendly and familiar faces, the band shot into a punky and enthusiastic performance featuring a quite impeccable set list. For three albums worth of material, they really do have a lot of strong material to perform, and the opening chords of every song seemed to be met with an excited gasp from the crowd before they all began bouncing on their tip-toes again.
As much as people like to shove The Futureheads under the extremely obscure banner of 'indie', they really are something quite unique for mainstream and widely appealing contemporary music. Their influences from bands that were around when their fans were still twinkles in their parents' eyes really does infuse the music with something that little bit quirky and original, never directly sounding New Wave or Post-Punk but distinctively influenced by it nonetheless. And it seems to fuel the electricity and magnetism that runs through each member of the band and makes them completely engaged and delighted to be performing on stage.
It's a joy to have The Futureheads back, an absolute unashamed pleasure. Prepare for the rise and rise of: the boys are back.
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Apocalyptica with Swallow The Sun
The only other band tonight, Finland's Swallow The Sun, get going with some powerful brooding doom metal. Whilst definitely not everyone's cup of dark dark coffee, especially on a bill with such a comparatively accessible act, the gloom of their performance is impressive if slightly offset by the blaring strobe light. In fact the only thing, other than the obnoxious seizure lighting (which thankfully subsides after a time) to cast a glare on the shade of their smile-free performance is the rather stale lack of diversity. By the end of the set though they manage to banish these patches of light on their darkness and finish (no pun intended) with their solid doom reputation intact.
A band that play cello metal are going, as with all bonkers propositions, to attract some attention. It's been 10 years since Apocalyptica first formed as a group playing Metallica covers on cello, but now, with a host of their own songs and a reputation built on by impressive live performances, famous collaborations and press coverage, they've become a world class act.
Welcomed by a fittingly raucous reception, Apocalyptica roll on and tear straight in with Sepultura's 'Refuse Resist', and begin to work through a set with all the show boating and jaw dropping instrumental ability that I've come to expect. Indeed, as the gig wears on I find that my expectations are so high that it's difficult to review them fairly. As a long term fan who's well versed with their live show, tonight turns into something of a personal disappointment. The material from the outstanding 'Cult' and 'Reflections' albums is mostly ignored, and there is no sign of old favourite 'Path', or their beautiful rendition of 'Nothing Else Matters'. Fan-boy bitterness aside though, there is no denying that they are a staggering spectacle to behold. 'Life Burns', 'Last Hope' and 'Grace' are quite frankly wonderful experiences to see performed, and the covers of 'Fight Fire With Fire', 'One' and 'Enter Sandman' provide all the nostalgic fun a metal-head could ever need.
On top of this the group are quite clearly adept showmen as well as musicians. Between the dashing around the stage and frenetic helicopter headbanging the humorous banter flows. In one exchange, drummer Mikko and live session cellist Antero trade missiles to everyone's enjoyment. Cellist Paavo seems to have decided on trying to sleep with the entire first row, and judging by his away-with-the-fairies chattering at the crowd, Perttu has apparently dropped something more than just cello licks this evening. In other words, the entertainment some how keeps pace with the competence of the blistering instrumental performance, making Apocalyptica one of the finest and most intriguing live bands you'll ever see.
A mosh pit, which at an Apocalyptica gig I shall propose should be termed as an “orchestra pit”, erupts for ‘Seek and Destroy', and the grand finale of Grieg's ‘In the Hall of the Mountain King', leaves, despite my own personal gripes, Apocalyptica triumphant with an iron-clad (or more accurately wooden-clad) performance. Everyone tonight goes away smiling and with Grieg's classic, which shall probably forever be known as "that tune off the advert for Alton Towers", humming from their lips and echoing in their heads. Amazing stuff.
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Isis with Torche
Torche's slot here as double-headliner with Isis is no surprise, having been playing the same slot to Isis' fellow post-metal giants Pelican on their last tour here a few months ago. Torche begin slightly dubiously but after about ten minutes they hit their stride and deliver some big fuzzy stoner metal, all whilst wearing a big, slightly less fuzzy, grin and cowboy hat. Soon it descends into being thoroughly monolithic as Rick Smith strips down to his pants, casts his (drum) stool aside and during the ultra-doomy outro attacks his drums with 4 drum sticks. A good start to the night and Torche leave with our accolades ringing in their ears and our ears, well, just ringing.
As a relative newcomer to Isis's work it means my presence tonight is part curiosity, however I know how post-metal 'works' and that it can be perfectly enjoyable with no prior knowledge. As Isis begin it starts to become clear that it's hard to review their sound as enjoyment is gauged on more whether you're in the right mood for the music, rather than merely being about who did what an which track they played. From my own personal perspective I start off feeling more like a spectator but after 20 minutes I let my eyes close and begin to allow my neck and head flow to the powerful if slightly sad sound, generating a sense of well being mingled with sorrow.
The sound is uplifting and brings a sort of introspective, meditation bound mood which flows from being stimulating to just plain marvellous. Isis give little interaction or acknowledgement to the crowd but the performance is far from dull, indeed it is captivating, and come the encore and the finish we leave feeling slightly dazed as we shake off the wonderful cobwebs of an entrancingly good set and try to remember how to communicate with other people.
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Hexes
After a riotous summer on the festival circuit, Brighton hardcore outfit Hexes have now settled into recording what will be their debut release, and are already hot on the ones-to-watch list based purely on the band's live energy and much deserved reputation as a raucous and original band.
Tonight though they featured as a much welcomed second support for Finch's London show, with the small capacity venue promising an intimate performance influenced and intensified by those past few months of writing and recording.
Opening with 'Semaphore Kids', the sample broke into Hexes' characteristic combination of furious electric guitar riffs and screamed vocals, able to hook the listener with a piercing grip from the outset and drag them along for the rest of the show.
There seemed to be a slight hindrance to the performance though, which the unenthusiastic crowd did nothing to help, and on occasion the rhythm wasn't as tight as the band usually achieve. But considering their illness - which has seen problems previously on this Finch tour - the issues with tonight are certainly more due to ill-health than to any lack of ability from the band.
Nevertheless, this was a half-hour of music in action - none of your superficial visuals, just flat-out brutality and passion. And that, ultimately, is why Hexes are on the scene and here to stay.
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Anberlin
American christian rock band Anberlin came to York for the first time ever on Monday night and received a welcome surprise at The Duchess.
Anberlin seemed taken aback by the amount of fans that showed and the fact that many knew every single lyric. In the words of lead singer Stephen Christian ‘We expected like ten or twenty people to turn up…' and even if that is a deliberate understatement of how many expected to show, it illustrates how much it meant to Anberlin to be playing in front of such a hyped up crowd. The band seemed to feed off the electric energy round the venue and delighted the crowd with tracks from their new album ‘New Surrender' such as ‘Day Late' and ‘The Feel Good Drag' with their high energy jump up and down brand of rock, including hard hitting guitar lines and sing along choruses. Half way through the set, they slowed things down a little and played some of their acoustic stuff which was my personal favourite, and like everything else that night, proved extremely popular with the crowd.
They played a lot of tracks from their ‘Cities' album and as the crowds adoration brought Anberlin back for several encores, they ran out of songs and decided to play a track from their popular debut album Blueprints for the Black Market. Eventually, as the encores took them over curfew, Anberlin left the stage at The Duchess with the crowd still crying for more but with their ability to lull you with harmonies in one song and practically deafen you in the next, Anberlin left a marked impression on York.
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Genghis Tron with Behold... the Arctopus and Errander
The order of the night is metal with an unusual or inventive flare to it, an axiom that locals Errander seem at odds with. Providing, as they do, nothing of interest and we go grab a pint and chat elsewhere. Behold…the Arctopus begin with some insane shred instrumentalism, which is slightly hampered when guitarist Mike Lerner, coping with a mere 6 strings compared to his band mate Colin Martson's crazy hybrid guitar which sports 12, breaks one and this leads to a 5 minute drum solo complete with some annoying feedback whilst the maintenance is carried out. An enjoyable performance of the track ‘Canada' provides a high before it all gets a little too sludgy, and no matter how talented they obviously are we go away a little disappointed from their set.
Genghis Tron provide exactly what the doctor ordered, with an impressive neon light show and equal clarity in their electro grind sound made all the more apparent following the muddiness of Behold…'s set. With six halogen multi-coloured fluorescent tubes at the rear of the stage perfectly choreographed to the programmed beats it gives an overall experience of a riot in a computer game arcade. So well delivered is the overall show that it's difficult not to be impressed with the group's performance of tracks like ‘City On A Hill', ‘Things Don't Look Good' and the deep electronic spectrum of ‘Lying On the Forest Floor', even if they don't have a real drummer.
There's no complaints to be heard, unless you count the loud man who keeps shouting in vain for ‘Lazer Bitch', and Genghis Tron's amazing, if slightly short performance, makes the evening worth it practically single-handed.
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Imperial Leisure
Openers for the night were York band, Death Defying Life. I know I always seem to say this but everytime I see this band I enjoy their music and on stage performance. The music is great and they have potential to go places - they supported MXPX last year in Europe and I'm hoping that they'll be able to get more breaks like this because they're really good. Despite one of them claiming to be old, they were all jumping to the music and swinging their instruments around.
Second band on stage were Dead Rebellion. They totally weren't what I was expecting given the opening band and the headliners - I was thinking they might play punk and have lots of guitars etc. But not so. They were a kind of cross between '90s rap (think Beastie Boys), nu-metal and drum and bass. Each song started quite well, but I soon found myself getting a bit bored with their material as it seemed to go on forever. I don't know whether this was more down to me being in the mood for punk and ska and not rap etc. I think in terms of mainstream music this band are more verging towards being accepted by the masses but I wasn't too keen on the whole. There was a good audience for them though and it was clear that some people had just come especially to see them - there were three girls at the front who knew all the words and were have a great time dancing.
And finally, Imperial Leisure. Having missed them at Less Than Jake on Saturday I was desperate to see them live and was really excited about the prospect of seeing them in York. I was not disappointed in the slightest. They were absolutely amazing. Despite the small stage and the band (which consisted of singer, guitarist, bassist, drummer, DJ, keyboard player and brass section) being pushed into the tiny space they were still leaping around the stage. I'd tell you what songs they played, but they only have one album so you can probably guess that it was the majority of material off there. I don't think I'll ever forget that gig mainly because of the great performance, but also because of having to battle with a very enthusiastic crowd which including a crazed fan waving a bag in the air in his right hand and a shoe in his left. He loved the band though and was thrilled when he got to take part in a dance off on stage with his friend - I think Imperial Leisure made his night. Imperial Leisure are a credit to the UK ska punk scene. Along with the likes of Sonic Boom Six and Random Hand, they give me faith that the scene is getting back on its feet after the loss of many key ska punk bands over the past few years (i.e. Capdown, Adequate Seven...).
Photos coming very soon from both their LTJ Leeds gig and the York show!
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Don Caballero
As I and another 100 Don Cab fans dry themselves off after sneaking in a quick role-up in the thoroughly sodden November evening outside, Don Cab tune-up and attempt to launch in to the evening's opener. However, Damon Che (drums) is visibly struggling with his set up and at the end of the track resorts to hammering his bass drum down with nails to correct any flaws in the kits layout.
Over the next hour and a quarter Don Cab perform to their audience and without knowledge of their previous work and line-ups this show would have been a belter. This is not to say the show was below par, just below Don Cab's par.
Playing tonight with two guitars there is still a heavy reliance on pedals and although pedals can and are used to great effect (see Battles), at a few points in tonight's show the crowd are stood listening to a looped part playing solo with considerable inactivity on-stage.
With any other criticisms put to one side if you have not seen Don Cab before then they are still worth paying a visit. Rather than watching a band, this is more of the Damon Che show. He is truly the king of this style of playing. Jazzy, punctuated, progressive songs rise slowly to limb flailing finales, all the while interspersed with some of his nonsensical musings between tracks.
The evening's highlights were Palm Trees in the Fecking Bahamas and stop stopper Lord Krepelka which was nothing short of epic. In fact it left Che crumpled in a heap on the floor unable to move until almost everyone else had left the venue.
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Rancid
As doors for the majority of gigs aren't until around 7:30, I must admit I was surprised and more than a little disappointed to arrive at Sheffield's Carling Academy at 7:15 to find that I'd already managed to miss the opening band's set! Having spoken to others who were a little more on the ball I'm told it was definitely my loss, as Manchester's The Fractions delivered a great set of bouncy ska-punk goodness. As was enthusiastically noted by one acquaintance "It's always awesome to see more microphones than band members at the front of the stage"... just about sums it up really!
Second support was provided by '80s UK punk veterans the Anti Nowhere League.
Despite an energetic stage presence, I have to admit to having been rather uninspired by this band. They seemed almost like a caricature of themselves, playing uncomplicated '80s punk delivered with a lot of posturing and seemingly very little relevance. I may be being a little hard here, as this sort of music is really not to my taste, however genres aside, I (and from their lukewarm reaction, the majority of the crowd) generally found ANL's set rather dull and repetitive, with a distinct lack of musical or lyrical imagination (I'm afraid that repeated shouts of "My god's bigger than your god", whilst amusing, aren't quite enough to get my political juices flowing.. ).
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Despite this slightly uninspiring start to the night, this gig will most definitely remain in my memory for a very long time - all thanks to the flare, talent and pure atmosphere brought to the evening by Californian punk rock legends Rancid. Opening with a rousing rendition of live favourite Radio, swiftly followed with the anthemic Roots Radical, there was no slow build up here as the band took to the stage filled with an almost explosive energy which got the crowd moving within seconds. The set was jam-packed with a brilliant collection of the band's most popular hits, along with a generous sprinkling of more obscure songs for the die-hard fans, all delivered with the same passion and enthusiasm that has built Rancid such a strong live reputation over the years. Major highlights included guitarist and vocalist Lars Frederiksen's incredibly atmospheric solo rendition of The War's End - from Rancid's iconic Out Come the Wolves album, a rousing Op Ivy 'cover', and the numerous extended instrumental solos that appeared throughout the night - just going to prove that despite it's reputation, punk rock is certainly not just a genre of 3 chords and hoarse voices, but can be an outlet for some truly great musicianship. (Take note ANL!)
The somewhat mammoth set eventually drew to a close with the band powering through two of their best known songs - Ruby Soho and Time Bomb, giving the crowd a chance to really let loose and dance their socks off before heading for home - happy, sweaty, and more aware than ever of just why it is that Rancid still reign supreme in the world of punk rock, 17 years on.
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You Me at Six
I had the pleasure of attending You Me at Six's sold out show in Leeds on Tuesday. It was the final date of their recent UK tour and a great place to place to end the tour seeing as though they are signed to Slam Dunk Records. "I know a lot of people in Leeds" said frontman Josh Franceschi indicating that the gig in Leeds had meaning for them.
This band have come a long way since we interviewed them back in February; the fact that this show was a rescheduled date to allow YMAS to support Fall Out Boy at Wembley, just sums up how much success they've been having lately. This success was highlighted by their brilliant Leeds performance. And despite the recent accomplishments, they still come across as being down to earth and modest about it all.
The band were animated when playing their songs and clearly relish being on the stage. The two guitarists, Max and Chris, being the most exuberant at the Leeds date.
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You Me at Six played an hour long set and seemed right at home playing at Leeds Met. When the crowd were encouraged to jump at least half the audience were doing so, which seemed to be a lot more than usual at a gig this size. We were treated to all four singles from Take Off Your Colours; Gossip, If I were in Your Shoes, Save it for the Bedroom and Jealous Minds Think Alike. Despite only having one album, which would undoubtedly result in a limited set list, all the songs were perfected and played with enthusiasm. I'm looking forward to more new material from the band and am enjoying watching them go from strength to strength. They are hardworking and truly deserving of the rewards they receive.
For more photos, visit the YMAS photo album.
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Unholy Alliance Chapter III: Slayer, Trivium and Mastodon
Well I personally could think of no better way of celebrating Halloween this year than with a show headlined by one of the most notoriously fearsome, menacing and unrelentingly ear-shattering bands ever to have existed.
Mastodon were a more than worthy attribute of the line-up, being one of those little underground bands who tour relentlessly, gather a loyal and adoring following, and who then go on to produce an album thats impact is still being felt two years later (Blood Mountain, 2006). It's little wonder that they're playing London tonight to an almighty welcome of bellowing cheers.
The band, though, look immediately swamped by the huge stage and by the daunting crowd donned in even more black than usually, in addition to the masks, wigs and fancy-dress pitch-forks being waved around the place. Luckily, the four-piece are capable of producing a sound that seems to have been written to fill huge naturalistic expanses of space and, indeed, drums and bass cascade across the walls of the venue along with the deep vocal cries of the three guitarists. It does, however, seem to fall short of the quiet confidence and unrelenting volume an audience usually witnesses from this band. Maybe playing a Halloween gig really did give them the heebie-jeebies.
In terms of stage presence, the next band on couldn't have been more different from the static Mastodon. The stage apparently belonged to Trivium, and they were going to work it to their full advantage. However, compared to the warm welcome the previous band received, the Florida four-piece were never going to be the crowds favourite on tonight's line-up. They dress and act like Hair-Metal is officially back, something which comes across as disappointing when this band first came to the world's attention as a group of four young guys with one hell of an ability to kick out some heavy tunes. Luckily, they still possess this, able to win a large portion of the audience over with just sheer riffage alone. If they pranced around less and stopped with the clichéd 'hell yeah''s, then we'd have a fine outfit of a metal band on our hands here.
The headliner's really need no introduction and, indeed, they walk on the stage with no sense of pretence or arrogance; just four musicians here to give everyone a damn good time. And that they do with undeniable ease. These guys seem to have been born holding instruments, playing each and every song with such effortless ability that it leaves the theatre in absolute awe, in between all the head-banging antics. There's not a body in the amphitheatre sitting down or staying still - Slayer are just a band you do not ignore. You undoubtedly hold high expectations for such bands, and you try desperately to avoid any sense of disappointment with metal heroes, but there's no question tonight of everyone's reaction - absolutely epic.
Hot Chip
It's nothing short of an absolute pleasure to have the likes of Hot Chip on the music scene at the moment. They're the epitome of the anti-hero, creating music that your little brother will love as much as your mum does, one moment dropping huge bass numbers before moving into soft melodies and romantic lyrics, and all this while looking like the cast of Thunderbirds' dads.
A throbbing Leeds crowd are waiting excitedly in a brand new venue for the electropop five-piece to take to the stage, and already, it feels like a party's begun. Everyone's donned in suitably brightly-coloured attire, but there's such a variety of faces here; young and old, rockers and emos, nu-ravers and New Romantics, everyone mushed together and already shyly shuffling their dancing feet in preparation.
Every pair almost surges into the air when the band finally take their places, carefully sandwiched between various sets of keyboards and other instruments on stage. And far from attaining to any God-like responsibility on stage, they're merely just the hosts of a rather cute and fun party.
Hot Chip's latest album, Made In The Dark, has been deemed a triumph by fans and the media press alike, and luckily this opinion doesn't slide in the slightest when you hear its stand-out numbers live. Indeed, they seem designed to be danced to by a mass of people and have a newly injected energy to them when performed live. Similarly, the older singles have never sounded so fresh, creating uproars from the delighted crowd who return to dancing however which way they please - it's all good in the hood, especially when huge balloons begin falling from the ceiling.
The band finish with their trademark cover of Sinead O'Connor's 'Nothing Compares' before merging it into 'Made In The Dark' from the latest album, a lighters-out and glowsticks-up sort of moment where everyone reflects on the show and the band in question.
And damn excellent they both were too.
Raging Speedhorn with Take A Worm For A Walk Week
This is what you might want to call the ‘double-edged sword' gig - one that promises to be hugely entertaining in a rather loud and raucous way, as tonight's headliners do best, but also with that tiny pang of loss, as this was Raging Speedhorn's last ever tour.
They've been going a very long time, having formed from the remains of Soulcellar and Box in 1998 - which, yes, makes them a Nineties band - but nevertheless, tonight was something many people hadn't foreseen.
Despite their appearance of being men of (heavy) metal able to batter instruments and eardrums alike for ten years, they weren't immune to illness, with members of all three bands on the line-up being sick. It was too much for The Mirimar Disaster, who pulled out completely, leaving Glasgow's Take A Worm For A Walk Week to try and redeem the much anticipated line-up.
When you're contemplating what gimmick to attach to your band, you don't really consider that you might get struck by some form of food poisoning while on tour. Or that you won't have access to washing machines. And you will sweat. Enter Take A Worm wearing their trade mark black and white spandex outfits then, and watch the crowd take a generous step backwards away from the smell.
Take A Worm's sound is a chaotic hybrid of hardcore and metal and it really doesn't take a set of costumes to make you pay attention; the quality of this frenzy is more than enough. A few people in the audience banded around the term ‘mentalists' after the set, and it was quite evident how you'd reach this conclusion when you witness the seemingly inhuman mechanics of this band in action. Not even lead singer Johnny's need to throw up every five minutes could hinder their energy and noise.
There was a anticipatory atmosphere rising, groups crowding, shuffling forwards, stocking up on beers, removing coats and jumpers in preparation for some hardcore partying, heavy metal style. ‘Speedhorn take to the stage with the predicted cheers that ten years of hard work and extensive touring have earned them, their subsequent set cementing opinions that this band really are going to be missed on the live front.
Brutality and compassion combined into a fierce aural assault, demanding every individuals full attention and participation. Older material has quickly settled into classic favourites, which a delighted audience screamed back the words to, while newer tracks revealed ‘Speedhorn's ability to develop their chosen genre and really work with sounds without losing an ounce of intensity.
Expectations were high and challenged significantly by illness striking the band members but, like the true professionals they've grown to become, the band did themselves, their music, their fans and their reputation an absolute credit with tonight's performance.
Zebrahead + support
The night started with a band called Kids Can't Fly. You might have heard of them as Fandangle's ex-trombone player is the singer/guitarist in KCF. Seeing Ryan fronting the band didn't seem out of place though; this dude has a voice and a good one at that. KCF are a typical pop punk band but the ska punk influence is there as there was a hint of brass in a number of the songs. The venue was pretty busy and people from front to back seemed to be enjoying the set. As did I.
Paige from London played next. I'd never heard of this band before and I don't think many other people in the room had either judging the lack of enthusiasm from the audience. Numerous attempts from the singer to get people to clap their hands to the music failed and the band looked slightly disappointed at being ignored. They also had a pop-punk sound, but more commercial - think Fall Out Boy, You Me at Six etc.. I liked them and there was some potential there. And despite the unenthusiastic crowd, the band certainly were enjoying being on the stage, playing their music.
And finally, Zebrahead. Their set was awesome and so much fun to be a part of. And I say this because we were truly part of the show. The usual band-audience divide was dissolved and it made it such an enjoyable gig. Their set had everything... as well as great music (old and new material), there was constant crowd surfing, fans on stage, jokes and banter, skanking, a circle pit attempt and don't forget the drinking, there was lots of drinking. The band declared that it was the best gig they've played on the tour... and yes, I know every band says this at every gig, but for once I did start to believe that the statement could actually be true. They played for over an hour and their encore included a performance of Anthem with help from Ryan of KCF. The atmosphere was great and I went away knowing that everyone had enjoyed it as much as me.
Disturbed
3000 fans packed into a sold out Birmingham Academy to catch a glimpse of the mighty Disturbed tonight. This was my 2nd time of seeing Disturbed this year, the 1st being all the way back in June at the Download Festival, and I really hoped they wouldn't disappoint after the cracking show they put on last time!
As the lights went up, front man David Drainman, (strapped to a stretcher) was rolled onto the stage in what seems to be his trademark show opener. Grimacing at the awaiting crowd through his Hannibal lector mask, the fans roared, and they went straight into the first song. Drainman knew exactly how to get the Brummie crowd fired up, congratulating them on being the "true home of metal" they went straight into the fabulous 'Stupify'. Like some metal crazed conductor, he got the left and right hand sides of the Academy shouting back lyrics in perfect time, giving it a somewhat surreal pantomime feel (but in a good way). My personal favourite of the night 'Prayer' was delectably bellowed out next. It sounded truly phenomenal with Drainman's pitch perfect vocals and the bass drum driving the groove. Not pausing for breath they galloped into song after song, old and new material, including their infamous cover 'Land of Confusion', originally by Genesis. The whole academy seemed out of breath from singing and crowd surfing, when the set and stage antics ended quite honestly, very abruptly. The brummie crowd refused to have silence and started to deafeningly chant and stamp "Disturbed, Disturbed, Disturbed". Thank God they came on and did an encore or there may have been a small riot! Teasing the 3000 strong followers with the opening drum beats of 'Down with the Sickness', before turning the lights down momentarily, they plunged into their most famous anthem much to the delight of the fans and definitely to the delight of the security (who looked knackered after so many crowd surfers). Vowing to always come back to Birmingham, Drainman and the rest of the band put on an awesome show. I think I speak for everyone at the gig when I say they will always be welcome in metals true home.
Beartrap Pods present...
I have to admit, I was a bit dubious when I saw the line up when this gig was announced; the
genres seemed to differ so much. But I was pleasantly surprised as in reality the bands made
for a really good gig.
The night started with an acoustic set from Ridley Barbet. She had a great voice and played a
combination of her own songs and a couple of covers (one a KT Tunstall song). She seemed a bit
nervous but made a joke out of the small mistakes she made during the songs. Very promising
artist.
We were then treated to a powerful set from acoustic duo The Mega Games Two. They took to the
floor rather than the stage and both decided to sing without mics; one member played guitar and
another played a melodica. They had a strong sound in terms of the songs and the volume, and
a lot of confidence to perform without microphones. They had an early Against Me style sound,
and wouldn't be totally out of place if they were signed to No Idea Records.
The third band marked a dramatic change in genre. The Summits play what could be described as
funky bluesy rock. I loved the songs and this was another act with a powerful voice. The sound
was a bit more mainstream and the band seemed more serious about where they want to go with
their music. This didn't stop them from having a great time on stage. If The Summits get the
break they need I can imagine them getting quite big.
And finally, the night was headlined by Second Chance, a pop punk band from London. Steve
appears to be at home as the frontman of the band and it seems obvious why he decided to quit
as drummer of Make it Better Later. Unfortunately the crowd had diminished by the time the
band got on stage, but this didn't curb their enthusiasm.
Million Empire
Tonight was a night of extremes. For a start, there were a lot of people at the Bar Academy tonight; I've seen signed bands that couldn't pull this kind of crowd. And once you fought your way to the front, there were the bands themselves. At one end of the scale we had the most straightforward accessible music in the world, and at the other end we had music so weird it could barely be described as music... and everything in-between. Shapes, Conquistadors, Blue Nation and Million Empire are an odd combination of bands to have on the same bill.
Million Empire is a more of an acquired taste, but is no less brilliant for that, sufficiently filling the middle ground between accessible pop songs and challenging ambiguity. They are like a breath of fresh air; a new and exciting sound that toes the line of complexity but rarely steps across it. Atmospheric backing tracks and effects pedals should not be used lightly, but Wez on guitar manages both to great effect, truly complementing the songs they play. The three members of the band manage to maintain an intense stage presence without uttering a single word to the crowd; a feat that is almost unique. The fact that they missed two of their recorded songs from their set list suggests that, rather than pander to expectations, they are playing their live shows on nobody's terms but their own, commanding the respect that they fully deserve and have achieved from a great many people. You might be hanging on to every note they play, or you might be standing at the back thinking 'what the fuck?' but Million Empire always play a good show, tonight was no exception and nobody who saw them can disagree.
Underoath
Fairly expectant of a sketchy opening band I was nothing short of shocked by Oh, Sleeper. Only a few 'die hard' fans seemed to be interested in listening to the band initially but when they started playing people soon took notice. With a mix of Devil Sold His Sold style ambience, At The Gates epicness and modern metal brutality this band were more than I had expected. Hailing from the U S of A I was expecting a band not unlike Underoath to turn up but was pleasantly surprised. The set was energetic and enthused and was not found lacking on a night undoubtedly all about the headline band.
Unlike the opening support, Envy on the Coast were nothing short of boring. A mix of Daryl Palumbo-esq vocals over non-descript 'metal' left me wondering how a band like this could 'make it' in modern music with other D.I.Y bands writing infinitely better songs. This being said, the crowd seemed fairly into them, albeit I was left massively underwhelmed.
Of course, the night was all about Underoath, and they left the audience with a buzz I have rarely experienced at a Cockpit show. From start to finish the band delivered their distinctive brand of metalcore which puts many modern pretenders to shame with aplomb. With a mixture of new and old songs they impressed upon the crowd their views (which a fair few members of the audience seemed to agree with) relating to religion and society.
I must admit, this was the only down point of their set for me. I have no issue with people explaining their views but the band came across as preachy in general. Religion is a fairly moot point for me and if I wished to be lectured on this subject I would go to Sunday school. However, having never seen the band live before (and hearing various glowing reports from those who had) I was left with a broad smile on my face as to how genuine a band in such a convoluted 'scene' as they come from could be.
Energy, vigour, charisma, tightness. All words that accurately describe this band and their performance.
The Matches
In recent times, there has been an abundance of bands, both locally and internationally, that take to the stage kicking, then fall apart half way through the set, losing crowd interest as the songs progress.
Not so with U.S band, The Matches.
Presenting the crowd with a mix of songs, from both the past (Chain Me Free, Sick Little Suicide, Papercut Skin) and the present (Their City, Wake The Sun, We Are One), the band delivered explosive, and enthralling anthems with signature vocal melodies - a characteristic which makes this band, an undoubtedly entertaining act.
Playing to an all-ages gig, at what seemed to be a full-house, the eccentric alterative rockers took to the stage with enough energy to power a city - an animation that matched the audiences’ vast attention.
What was really surprising, was that amongst all the enthusiasm, the band never lost their spark - continuing to interact with the crowd, jump from drum kits and whip the crowd into a dancing frenzy throughout their entire set.
Although the set-list wasn't as long as first suspected, one thing was definetly certain by the end of the night - The Matches know how to put on one hell of a show.
Photos from this gig - online now! Check out the photos section!
Fandangle with The Johnstones and Comply or Die
Advertised as having three bands on the line up, it was a surprise
to see an additional band playing when I arrived. Unfortunately I
didn't catch the band's name, but they seemed like quite a new band
and played pop punk. Their set included a lot of their own songs
and a cover of a Blink 182's All the Small Things.
So onto the advertised bands. Comply or Die were up next. The band
haven't been together all that long and the last time I saw them it
was their second gig. And you could tell. But their hard work over
the summer (they did a tour with a US punk band called The Pogo) is
clearly paying off as they're supporting tonnesof bands in York and
they've improved a lot since I last saw them. They look more like a
band on stage now and it seems that the familiarity of their songs
is helping them to be more confident and move to the music more.
Having started as a ska punk band they're now veering more towards
the punk side of ska and it's been a wise move as they're pretty
good at it.
And so the next band started sound checking. Which was a bit
irritating and I thought we might be subjected to a serious band
who wanted everything perfect. Not the case. The Johnstones went
off stage after the soundcheck and returned wearing hardly
anything. And bam! the most amazing set of the night had begun.
High energy, crazy antics throughout the entire performance. And it
was a performance... one which included multi talented musicians
(the trombonist also being able to handstand whilst playing
keyboard) and choreographed dance moves. The crowd seemed slightly
scared of the craziness and I found myself being the only person in
the centre of the room at one point. But I loved it. In my opinion
the band stole the show.
And finally, established UK ska punkers Fandangle. To be honest it
was a bit of a anti-climax after The Johnstones. I like Fandangle
because they play good fast paced ska and they don't let you down.
But on this occasion they were somewhat upstaged by their tour
buddies and unfortunately there wasn't much of a crowd in the
venue. Despite this there was a mix of old songs and some material
from the new album and despite the mid-set lighting issues,
hopefully all those people who came especially to see the band went
home happy.
Suzy's photos are online now! Check out the photos tab for the album!
Hydro Connect Festival 2008
Over the last weekend of August, the ground of Inveraray Castle in Scotland saw the second ever Hydro Connect Festival. Despite being a slightly smaller festival than some of the others held over the summer (15,000 attendees), a host of huge musical acts graced the stages over the course of the festival. The fans were also able to watch burlesque acts and experience amazing food. Over the three days of the festival, the Hydro Connect rickshaws were reported to travel more than 2000 miles carrying music fans across the site as well as ferrying some artists such as Amy MacDonald from their dressing rooms to the stages.
Standout performances included those from Grinderman, Spiritualized, Elbow, Kasabian, Bloc Party and Sigur Ros whose sets were said to bring members of the crowd to tears due to the effects of the ethereal music soundtracking the rolling hills behind the Oyster Stage.
Being a Scottish festival, acts from the home country were also well represented with huge crowds turning up for Glasvegas, Paolo Nutini, Amy MacDonald, Camera Obscura and of course Sunday night headliners Franz Ferdinand who had the crowd eating out of their hands by revealing some new tracks amongst their biggest hits.
"Once again Hydro Connect has been a magical weekend. The atmosphere on site was incredibly laid back and both artists and fans have told us that the location is the most beautiful festival site in Europe," says Geoff Ellis. "Hydro Connect is more than just a music festival and the incredible Foods From Argyll Tent was one of the busiest places over the weekend with music fans enjoying oysters, roast salmon rolls, organic lamb kebabs and delicious Bumble sticky toffee puddings. The extra entertainment provided by the Red Bull Hellfire Club, the Kopparberg Big Tree, The Speakeasy Cafe and the late night cabaret by Vegas! and Club Noir all contributed to the unique flavour of the event"
Geoff added, "Thanks must go to our partners at Scottish Hydro Electric who added some brilliant elements to the event this year including the UK’s first solar bike pedalled showers in the campsite which were hugely popular with festival goers. And also to the Duke and Duchess of Argyll who have allowed us yet again to stage a massive party in their back garden!"
Anna Crampin, Sponsorship Manager for partners Scottish Hydro Electric: "This has been the first year of our involvement with the festival and we have been delighted to be part of such a unique event. Hydro Connect has offered music fans the best of everything – music, food and atmosphere. Plus everyone has enjoyed things in a way that befits the beautiful environment."
Push to Fire's photographer Katie Noble was at the festival and you can see her photos online now at pushtofire.com/livephotos.html
Armstrong with Enjoy Destroy and Saving Time
Openers for the night were a band called Saving Time who hail from Leeds. Apparently it was their third gig but you wouldn't know it as they were tight and had some really good songs. They are primarily fun pop punk and play well together on stage. They played a number of their own songs, also a cover of 'Teenage Dirtbag' by Wheatus and a pretty good punk cover of Ronan Keating's 'When You Say Nothing At All' which they had only perfected earlier in the day at their and practice. The crowd really enjoyed them and they have a lot of potential. They're playing with Strike Anywhere on 3rd October at Rios in Leeds, so go and check them out!
Enjoy Destroy were up next and the room was gradually filling up with an older crowd. The band were very serious and played what I would classify as rock music. They were professional in their manner and their sound was well perfected. There wasn't much between song banter, but clearly that's not what this band is about. They had some nice bass lines going on and a full guitar sound with good vocals. I quite liked their music despite being less fun than the opening act. Enjoy Destroy have a tour planned for October - another band to check out if you get the chance.
And finally, the band we were all waiting for, Armstrong. Before I heard about this gig I had never heard of Armstrong let alone any of their songs. Yet this band have recently been 'adopted' by Jagermeister along with the likes of Templeton Pek, Fightstar and Bullet for my Valentine and appeared to have quite a following as the room was hot, sweaty and packed by the time they took to the stage. Armstrong aren't quite as heavy as a lot of the other Jagermeister bands and seem to be more pop rock than heavy rock. Having read some previous reviews of their shows I was expecting crazy shenanigans from lead singer Tim, however he must have been tired because the craziest thing on stage were his sequined trainers and white headband! But don't get me wrong, the performance was good with catchy, well composed and well played songs. The crowd enjoyed themselves and they had a many fans who knew all the words and were wearing Armstrong t-shirts. An enjoyable gig.
Suzy's photos from the gig are now online! Click on the photos tab to view the album!
YASHIN with DissolvedIn and IFoundTheKiller
IFoundTheKiller open up tonight's show with thier catchy unique sound. The crowd gathers round the stage as a few guys start a bit of a mosh. IFoundTheKiller aren't new to Man On The Moon and have brought a little following along who will hopefully stick around for Yashin later. Their guitarist manages to break a string after the first song but all ends well with their impressive set.
DissolvedIn are next to brace Man On The Moon's stage starting off very energetically with 'Mapped Roads', the crowd seemed to have dwindled down and most people standing at the back. They still put all their effort into this set with their catchy pop/punk sound, vocalist Dan was determined to have everyone sing back "Wo Oh Oh Oh" in 'Peter Pan Syndrome' before he was happy enough to finish the song. It took more than three attempts before the unenthusiastic crowd caved in and sung loud enough. DissolvedIn put on an exciting set, finishing up with electro favourite 'Egocentric' which you can find on their debut E.P 'Proudly Dressed'.
Yashin take to the stage and start playing an intro as vocalist Mike walks up to the stage putting one leg on cluching his mic while the crowd wait anxiously for them to burst into opener 'Mr Hyde'. The energy that's buzzing around Man On The Moon tonight is insane. Yashin's Mike is in the crowd singing showing full potential, giving guitarist Paul more room to shred his guitar! 'Circles', one of their older songs, gets the crowd going so crazy they're told to calm things down as one fan gets rowdy with his arms and legs. The crowd isn't as big as Yashin could have hoped for but that doesn't affect their blinder of a performance.
They played mainly new songs from their 2008 release 'Miles Away, But Getting Closer' with the exception of a couple of old tracks. Rounding up tonight's incredible performance with "'So We're Named After Saints', Yashin have made everyone's night as fans flock to their merch table!
A great night all round. If you haven't seen Yashin live yet, they're always touring so get your arse out to a show!!
Emma's Yashin photos are now online! Click on the photos tab to view the album! We also have some Yashin goodies which we'll be running a competition for very very soon so keep checking back for news on that!
SONIC BOOM SIX with Death Defying Life and Make it Better Later
Tuesday night saw a newly painted Fibbers (it's looking good by the way) hold host to three amazing bands. Make it Better Later opened the evening with catchy carefree ska to warm up the crowd. It was the first time I'd seen them without Steve (ex-drummer) but the on stage banter still made us laugh and the music was played well. To sum up their music - ska with a hint of Irish and an element of pirates! Oh and they even had cake on their merch stand which was nice of them.
Local band Death Defying Life marked a change in genre for the evening playing awesome punk. Some of the crowd didn't seem to sure about them as they'd come for a night of ska, but this band are great live and always exhert a tonne of energy onstage. They play tightly and still manage to jump in the air and move with the music. If you haven't seen them before, you need to.
Headliners for the night were the mighty Sonic Boom Six - from Manchester, in case you didn't know. This band just get better and better. They played a variety of material from their discography and the crowd also got to sample one of their new tracks from their forthcoming album which is mainly going to be a remix album. The venue was filled with sweaty people as the band got everyone in the room dancing and skanking to their material. Chants of "Sonic Boom Six" resulted in an encore of the Streets 'Don't Mug Yourself' in the true ska-punk-dub style that is signature of SB6.
A very enjoyable night and one of the best gigs I've been to lately in York.
FANDANGLE with Lipstick Revolution, Dreamer, Amy Can Flyy, Kalinsky, Fading With Reason, Heroes In A Halfshell, Melancholy Moose Society, King Tut’s Revenge and The Naked Sundays
Fans of Fandangle will know that the Surrey Ska band are constantly gigging – and now even more so in the wake of their debut album, Fly Away. Their dedication to their cause and their followers sees them zipping up and down the United Kingdom on an almost daily basis, and tonight they are headlining an NSPCC charity fundraiser, supported by a number of bands from across the country.
Keyboardist Drew and saxophonist Craig tell me that having arrived in Weymouth at four this morning, the band have coped with the lack of sleep in different ways. The majority have made friends with White Lightening and Sambuca, whilst Drew has entertained himself with a game of “Poon Tang?” (don’t ask), and frontman Adam has been sleeping solidly after a heavy smoke. Aside from this, the band (with the exception of the sleeping Adam) have been mingling with the crowd, getting their faces painted, selling merchandise and showing their support for the other bands on tonight’s bill.
With the charity event starting at 4pm, the audience are starting to wane by 10.30, and in spite of Lipstick Revolution’s best efforts, it’s clear they are just holding out desperately in the hope that Fandangle will grace the stage any moment now. It’s another hour before Fandangle finally get to set up their stage, and the landlady isn’t happy because the show is running late. I’ve been given the responsibility of looking after Craig’s alto sax, and am just as desperate for them to begin their set so that no harm comes to the beautiful woodwind masterpiece in my possession.
At long last Fandangle begin their set with new track FUBAR and the audience are instantly revived as though caffeine has just been intravenously pumped into their bloodstreams. Anyone who dares stand still is instantly swept into the skank pit, and a form of organised chaos ensues.
With seven band members, it’s hard to know where to look, but every one of them are so animated it’s hard not to love what they do on stage. They rip through a number of tracks from the album – crowd favourites I’m High, Pornstar’s (Aren’t For Everyone), Cheap Escape and Hello Goodbye going down an absolute storm – and although he still looks a little worse for wear, vocalist and guitarist Adam still forms a compelling connection with his audience. Guitarist Tom cannot get over the fact that so many members of the crowd know their songs word for word, and the band reward them with a stunning rendition of Sublime’s What I Got.
Having failed to acknowledge a number of requests from the landlady to wrap things up, Fandangle answer the audience’s request for them to play the explosive Homeland Obscurity and eventually cut their set short by concluding with the fantastic Oliver Twist.
I have to say that I have a lot of respect for Fandangle. Each time I’ve seen them perform live, they have boundless energy and give their all to please current fans and get new ones on board. With a history of supporting big names such as Reel Big Fish, Zebrahead and Less Than Jake, Fandangle could easily have incredibly inflated egos, but the guys are so down to earth and are willing to spend time with their fans to make their night out that bit more special.
Another ska-tastic performance from Fandangle, and I have the skanking-related bruises to prove it!
COMEBACK KID with Shai Hulud, Your Demise, and Dead Swans
I'm back in the bloody Corporation again, three tours in a row now and always the same room. But tonight the venue seems surprisingly empty compared to previous show’s. Last time Comeback kid were here they were headlining the 'Never Say Die' tour and the time before that supporting Alexisonfire.
First up are Dead Swans with their own cathartic rock and roll, a small crowd has gathered to watch and as they burst into the first track the few assembled start to move and join in. It’s a good solid set - the sound is great and they play with the same furious energy that they’ve shown from previous show’s. With the hype that has surrounded the 'Southern Blue' EP on the 30 Days Of Night label, I can see these following on a similar wave of success that bands like Gallows and Bring Me The Horizon have experienced.
Your Demise follow the tempo that has already been set with some raging Hatebreed inspired hardcore - they're sounding much tighter and have come on a lot since I last saw them. With big tours like the support slot with Enter Shikari already under their belts things are on the up for these guys.
Shai Hulud come on to a great reception, it’s the first time I’d seen these and not really heard a great deal of their stuff except for a couple of tracks. So I was looking forward to the set and I was not disappointed - the crowd had grown considerably as the first riff comes surging out of the amps, great fast paced hardcore and an on stage spirit that flows of and into the crowd.
The first time I saw Comeback Kid was back in 2003 supporting Champion in a tiny room under a pub in Birmingham, and they’ve come along way since then. As the lights go down the floor is full, and as the riff of 'Broadcasting' opens, the crowd erupts. Comeback Kid should know every corner of this stage, and there doesn’t seem to be single area that they don’t cover. Tonight’s set is filled with material from all 3 albums, tracks like 'Talk is Cheap', 'Partners in Crime', and 'All In A Year' all go down a storm.
Vocalist Andrew is surprised that the crowd hasn’t been taking advantage of the lack of security and not got up on stage yet. No sooner as he has said this the stage is flooded with people clambering up, just to throw themselves off. Closing the set with 'Final Goodbye' is a lovely touch.
As usual Comeback Kid don’t disappoint, and I’m already looking forward to the next album and, more importantly, the next tour.
A DAY TO REMEMBER with The Devil Wears Prada
Tonight's gig at Fibbers was sold out and it was obvious as soon as you stepped into the venue and were greeted by many a tight jean and hairdo and a pretty warm temperature throughout the room (or "sauna" as The Devil Wears Prada called it).
Support came from a band who've become increasingly popular over the last few months - The Devil Wears Prada (TDWP). According to their MySpace the band are both hardcore and metal, they come from Ohio, they're playing Download and doing an almost two month stint on Warped over the summer. It all sounds impressive.
The band arrived on stage and the people midway in the crowd started to part, to leave a space in the centre of the room. Definitely a sign that a hardcore band were about to play. They started, the crowd went a bit crazy, windmilling and floor punching... but this was short lived. It soon died down about half way through the first song and it was like people were expecting something but didn't get what they thought they would. And that's exactly how to sum up TDWP. The music was slow paced, all the songs sounded pretty much the same and they were definitely not worthy of the 'hardcore' label they seem to have adopted. For example, usually hardcore doesn't include keyboards. The music was more metal in sound and it felt like they were playing for longer than anyone had planned - it dragged. They hardly spoke to the crowd either. I was left feeling slightly bored and disappointed that they didn't, in my opinion, live up to the hype.
Despite not liking the support band, I thought the crowd were having a great time during TDWP, but it appears they were enjoying themselves far more when A Day to Remember took to the stage. As was I - this was more like it! This Florida band are in a completely different league to TDWP. They are more like a hardcore band and reminiscent of Underoath. But they don't try to claim they're something they're not - one t-shirt slogan claims that they are "the heaviest pop punk band, ever" suggesting they don't like to take themselves too seriously. But don't get me wrong, this was no comedy show.
The sound was tight, they picked up the pace and on the whole the music and the sound was far superior. There were fewer people sat around for ADTR and even if they did chill out on the sofas at the back of the room for a bit, that was because they'd just come out of the constantly moving pit and needed a break. The third song was the one everyone instantly recognised, this was of course the cover of Kelly Clarkson's 'Since U Been Gone'. Everyone was singing along louder than before. It got me wondering whether they would have been as popular had they not covered this song.
However, their other songs are well written and were well played, so I would like to hope that this has just accelerated the speed at which they have become popular, rather than being the only song they are known for. It was clear that they value their fans and they thanked everyone for enduring the heat and sticking around to see them play. I was left wanting to hear more and I think their ability to perform well live will lead to more people buying their songs.
If you get the chance to see A Day to Remember, you should definitely go. If you don't... get the album instead!
HOT CLUB DE PARIS with Copy Haho
Liverpudlian math-punk three-piece Hot Club De Paris have, since their formation in 2004, been bobbing up and down on the ones to watch radar and receiving waves of praise while retaining their underground status and credibility. Tonight’s gig was a reflection of this, the venue quiet and intimate, the crowd friendly and familiar.
Support band Copy Haho attempt to warm-up the slowly filling venue with quaint indie antics that, though slow and slightly predictable at first, soon turn into a toe-tapping, heart-wrenching goodness. A catchy quartet oozing promise.
There are many reasons to love Hot Club De Paris. They are the complete alternative package. Modestly cool as they take to the stage, the band wear the air of the Moshi Moshi label they're attached to, coming across with an underground art-school cool that matches their individual and distinctive sounding music style. Math-influenced, indie-dancy punk exudes from throats and fingers, patterned time-shifts being teamed with playful rhythms, witty lyrics and quirky choruses, the band hypnotising the crowd with exquisitely timed fretwork from the guitarist and bassist, while the drummer matches this ability with his creative beats.
Material from their new second album 'Live At The Dead Lake', including new single ’Hey! Housebrick’, sounds fresh and engaging, whilst still carrying that distinctive Hot Club shine that sparkles the likes of older crowd-pleasers 'Shipwreck' and 'sometimesit'sbetter...'. The latter two are obvious highlights of the set, already vibrant and electric in their recorded format but taking on an engaging charm when played with the spontaneity of being live.
However, what really sets this gig apart from being just an aural delight and fascinating spectacle was the between song banter, a skill that an increasing number of bands either fail at or don't even attempt at all. This, though, is where Hot Club De Paris’ fans become friends. The three-piece chat and banter with the rather blank and stand-offish York crowd ('you're a difficult card to read, York' muses bassist Paul). Coming off as charming, funny and genuinely giving a damn about these people who'd come to see them play, Hot Club's normality and politeness earned them a lot of love in that room.
This tour was an ideal opportunity to catch a band who, despite having superb song-writing skills, terrific live shows and personality in abundance, are still in the cotton cocoon of the underground scene, but judging from tonight’s performance, their state of being relatively unknown and under appreciated shouldn't last for long.
ROCKABILLY RIOT featuring Rebel Yell, Surf Sluts and Boss Caine
Rockabilly - those who know it, love it, and the debut night of Rockabilly Riot in York was anticipated by many ready and willing to get out the hair-rollers, denims and dancing shoes for an evening of good music and great entertainment at the City Screen’s Basement Bar venue.
Settling everyone into the evening with some acoustic country were the friendly faces of local folk rockers Boss Caine. Finger-clicking and toe-tapping blues coupled with gravelly vocals and romantic lyrics, the band are by now experienced and proficient in their chosen genre and the ideal openers for tonight’s event.
From the calm coos of country to the descent of psychobilly folly, the Surf Sluts were then welcomed to the stage to add a little sunshine to the evening. From brash and brazen pyscho-sing-a-long rock to eerie horror-tinted garage, the York-based band are dance-and-twist through and through, warming the crowd up a treat for the event’s headliners.
Hailing from Leeds, four-piece Rebel Yell completely epitomise the punk-rock ethos, with the rockabilly spirit running through much more than just their visual sense of style, as their performance tonight demonstrated. Opening with the contagious ‘Lost A Blue’, the band’s set showcases their talent at writing refined punk-rock in a way that takes the best from previous idols of the genre and translating it into a sound that’s distinctly their own. Played live, Rebel Yell’s raucous and riot-inducing chants and rhythms magnify into electric anthems, just as visually stunning as they are aurally. Indeed, it doesn’t take long before the full-skirted ladies of tonight’s audience are up and out of their seats dancing through the bands set.
With three very individual but equally engaging live performances, the evenings event also gave a glimpse into the depth and breadth of rockabilly and it’s associated music genres, proving that the classics never die and cementing Rockabilly Riot as a memorable and much enjoyed event that will hopefully continue in the near future.
Photos from the night are available in the live photos section!
The Computers, OK Pilot, The Sycamores and Shapes
Shapes
“Hi, we are Shapes and have been a band for about six months”. After this introduction you could be fooled into thinking that Shapes are still polishing their act. However, if they do get any better than they were tonight then I will literally have to get on their dicks.
Their songs are comprised of many sections and include nods to bands such as Hero of 100 Fights and Meet Me in St. Louis. They are played out with a contagious energy and combined with all the time changes, this band have the ability to make you and your dance moves look ridiculous - so concentrate.
They are a huge sounding three piece and each member is a refreshingly pure, visual treat. The lyrics are sparse but that is in no way a problem, keeping up with them is enough of a challenge. Steven Bachelor cranks and throws his guitar from hand to hand and at the same time manages to play out all his guitar parts, Richard Buckley also has full command of his instrument and after confessing he is tired I am truly surprised, Gavin Filmer is a powerhouse on drums and as well as being tight as hell, he brutalises his kit.
Get Your Learn On, their new E.P, is worth ten times the £3 I paid and is a joy when seen live. Get in to Shapes – case and point.
The Sycamores
The daunting task of following Shapes falls to The Sycamores. Always pleasant but never challenging the Sycamores would not look out of place playing to Seth Cohen in The O.C; it is a shame for them that there will not be another series. Possessing more style than substance this band will be enjoyed by fans of Kings of Leon and Bloc party but fall way short of those influences. Although they are not bad, they are far from engaging and a sense of indifference is the feeling I am left with as their set closes.
OK Pilot
After playing here consistently over the last six months OK Pilot has sort of become a Woodlane Canteen house band, and this is more than OK with me. Tonight they deliver a faultless set and each song played is done so with great honesty and fun. This is most definitely good time punk and roll and each 3 minute blast is lapped up the audience receiving the best reception of the night. Edward Moynan and Thomas Drakett (Bass and Guitar) complement each other perfectly on stage. The former barks down his mic poised like a praying mantis and Chris sleeks and slides across the stage displaying a punky version of the waltz. Stand out tracks of the night are With These Hands and the set closer Hot Blood. OK Pilot are reminiscent of The Bronx but anyone enjoying straight up, shouty, beer drinking punk should be getting down to this band.
The Computers
The Computers fuse some Rock n Roll tendencies with their brand of Hardcore. They are, however, a little too poppy to be appreciated on a hardcore level and although their watering down of genres will no doubt be enjoyed by some, it is definitely not for the purists. All dressed in white they come across a little contrived and I only hope the front man grows out of spitting on the floor and looking for laughs. They do not offer anything you haven’t heard before and not a lot that you would wish to hear again. Let us just pretend the night finished after OK Pilot.
FANDANGLE with Short Warning and Wobbly Bob
Fandangle tour a LOT and their constant gigging eventually whips up fans; and in Huddersfield, Fandangle have a strong fanbase. But first up are a local outfit colourfully called Wobbly Bob. I’m sure Reel Big Fish started off playing to their mates in small venues with everyone having a fun skank and here Wobbly Bob get an enthusiastic audience moving with their fun, horn-heavy pop-ska. They all appear on stage with unformed shirt and white tie and entertain with youthful exuberance and boastful horn section. They also have Ska-Pop’s desire for fun covers, their ska’d up Ghostbusters and finale Little Mermaid’s Under The Sea go down a treat.
Another worthy addition to the ranks of the UK ska-pop brigade consisting of [spunge] and Make It Better Later. The last time I saw Short Warning I’ll be honest I was a bit underwhelmed, but this time they’re a lot louder and entertaining. Musically it feels like very, very early Atticus Emo mixed with high energy pop-punk that hits you loud and fast. Maybe it’s the booze, but Short Warning seem to dedicate every single song to random members of the audience and tell (perhaps one too many) silly injokes. But no one can deny what feels like a profoundly epic explosion of well-crafted pop-punk.
They also perform the funniest thing I’ve ever seen on stage...lead guitarist Carl points dramatically to bandmate Callum only to accidentally poke him in the eye. Carl also dedicates a song to drummer Gareth due to having a little argument earlier but it’s been sorted out now. This band feel like they’re having fun, they’re not being pretentious, just making fun music for audiences to enjoy.
Fandangle are along the same vein, there’s no subtext to this music (except maybe Marijuana), just get up and dance! Less Than Jake and early Goldfinger Californian ska-punk, loud, fast, explosive and packed with horns. You can check out my review of their album for a better look at individual songs and style, but it’s on the stage where Fandangle really earn their stripes. For a start off, there’s so many of them and each of them are so animated Fandangle are a visually striking band. But why stand and watch when you can skank and mosh to such volatile music? They play a fast and furious set, rarely pausing before bursting into another song with high-octane uplifting lyrics.
They also perform a cracking Sublime cover of What I Got but with a few cheesy pop choruses various 90s songs in the mix. Fandangle have played so many gigs in their 6 year history they have carved an undeniably tight live set with lead singer Adam barking away at the forefront. In return the crowds reply by singing, skanking and moshing, shaking Huddersfield’s number one venue for punk, metal and ska to its foundations. And much respect to Fandangle for making me skank so hard I kneed myself in the nose. A great sweaty night.
Find out what happened when Henry met Fandangle after the gig in our music interview section, plus check out exclusive gig photography of the band in the music galleries.
MINDLESS SELF INDULGENCE
Fairy wings and a tutu?! Dancing around in nothing but your underwear?! Thousands of screaming fans with the same hairstyle as you?! Your idea of a nightmare? For Jimmy Urine and the rest of punk/electronica/metal band Mindless Self Indulgence, this is just a regular night on tour!
On Thursday 24th April 2008, crazy band Mindless Self Indulgence took to the stage at Manchester Academy. Known for their extreme and outrageous tour stunts, MSI certainly didn’t disappoint, with the performance beginning with front man Jimmy Urine parading on stage in nothing but his boxer shorts, singing the fans’ favourite, 'Shut Me Up'.
Jimmy proceeded to get dressed on stage, over the next few songs, mostly new ones from the already successful album, ‘If’. Putting paid to all the rumours that they are only famous as the band with “the bassist that married Gerard Way,” MSI gave the performance of their lives; Lyn-Z, Steve-Righ? and Kitty equally deserving a mention, as without them, there would be no show!
Certainly an acquired taste, the band played to an audience full of die-hard fans, as well as new comers, ironically sporting My Chemical Romance merchandise! The crowd were treated to renditions of ‘Bitches’, ‘Stupid Motherf***er’, ‘What Do They Know’, and demanded to “party like its ‘1989’!” as well as kick-ass performances of new songs, “Never Wanted To Dance” and “Issues” amongst others.
Taking time in between each song to get the mob psyched up, Jimmy spoke in his usual controversial way, and even stopped mid way through the set to ask the fans to video a YouTube message to his future self, recording his own version of Madonna’s song “Crazy For You”.
Never forgetting their somewhat humble beginnings, Steve-Righ? and Jimmy invited a young fan on stage to assist them with the performance of popular song, ‘Faggot’.
In typical Jimmy Urine style, the gig finished with an overly-camp rousing recital of ‘There’s No Business Like Show Business’ and the MSI devotees left the venue with Jimmy’s words of the night, “Is this my nightmare, or your’s?!” ringing in their ears.
DEATH ANGEL with Textures, Mercenary, Demolition, and Extrema
Featuring five hugely respected bands, a two-hour headline performance, a packed to capacity venue, and music spanning three decades, this was one MONSTER of a gig.
Taking the challenge of opening band with only the slightest bit of apprehension were Italian four-piece Extrema who, despite the relatively empty venue at the start of the evening, still completely managed to own the place with a fuelled and forceful hardcore metal assault. And with twenty-two years of experience behind them, we expected nothing less.
Austrian death metallers Demolition were up next, whose thrash induced sound and growling vocals perhaps fell a little short of matching up to the impressive opening set of the more experienced Extrema.
From Austrian thrash to prog-metal from Denmark, the venue was suitably fuller now and more than ready to rock to Mercenary, who were greeted by a fair few fans in the audience. A blistering delivery of crunching riffs and technically competent drums was only slightly let down by the operatic singing style of their vocalists, but with this a matter purely of taste, it’s fair to say that Mercenary have established themselves as a very much respected prog-metal band and one to look out for in the future.
When you hear it said that it’s been a long time since Death Angel were in the UK, it really isn’t an exaggeration. Four years later and finally with an album to follow 2004’s ‘The Art Of Dying’, it was definitely time for the five-piece to take back their crown as kings of thrash-rock. With a career spanning three decades, the band certainly weren’t short of material, playing a well-rounded set of older classics, album favourites and new tracks from 2008’s ‘Killing Season’ - songs which luckily still embodied the energy and grit of the band that fans know and love.
Despite consistent playing for over two hours, it still felt as if the show ended too soon, with both the band and the audience showing little sign of slowing in enthusiasm. Four years is a very long time for anyone to wait, but Death Angel proved tonight to be absolutely worth it.
It was slightly strange to be patiently waiting for the last band on the bill to set up while the crowd slowly dispersed to leave a close to deserted venue covered in post-mosh broken glasses and beer. In their defence, the time was nearing half-past twelve on a weekday and for those wanting to get out, get home and rest up, it was understandable.
Plus, here was a little-known band from the Netherlands who weren’t originally on the line-up anyway and had somehow gatecrashed their way onto it for four dates of the tour. However, for the twenty or so of us who remained, something exciting awaited. Math-metal still remains an underground and select genre, due to the sheer difficulty of combining a relentlessly energetic style of playing with a considered and complex approach to song-writing. Textures, however, are one band triumphing in this sound.
With a new album just completed, the perfection and technique captured in their live recordings left their live show with a lot to live up to. Humbly taking to the stage, the five-piece shot straight into a barrage of intense energy, performing in perfect and confident unison throughout. Every member had a purpose, every sound identified as an individual element and constantly varying between songs. Loud, unrelenting, and exceptionally modest, Textures in this environment and at this level of proficiency were nothing less than outstanding to see live.
AIDEN with support from Kill Hannah and Brigade
Brigade have admittedly had a tough time of it as a band, what with the constant Fightstar comparisons they have to nod politely to. The only comparison worthy of comment is the fact that both are extremely confident and competent live bands. Tonight, Brigade were more than happy to demonstrate this. They already achieve an exhilarating dynamism on record, but put their music in a live context and the sound really becomes epic, easily capable of filling any venue with its uplifting riffs edged by deep bass lines and pulsing drums, further balanced with Will’s rich vocals and James’ twinkling guitar parts. This band try what they like and they like what they try, and not only is that confidence commendable in the industry, it’s also the key reason why Brigade are such a consistently strong band in both their song-writing and live shows.
Think Eighties America, think Lost Boys, think designer grunge and pretty boys and attitude and you have Kill Hannah. There’s something exciting about this band if you’ve ever opened a magazine article on them or listened through an album of stylised electro-pop stripped to the basics with sultry vocals and sexy bass-lines. These boys don’t need substance when their sound and persona is this stylish. Such subtlety of sound though has the potential of falling flat when performed live, and Kill Hannah were most definitely noses to the ground tonight.
There was atmosphere and excitement when the band took to the stage, laser and fluorescent light-loaded guitars making them look like they’d just arrived from the future. This should have been an opportunity for an energetic, impassioned futuristic disco then to convert the whole venue into strutting beauties. Alas, it was apparently too much to hope for. Sultry stunners like ‘Kennedy’ sounded droney and lifeless, the riffs tirelessly repetitive, the drums hissing through every track, the vocals making Mat Devine sound like his lips were genuinely like morphine and rendered unusable. When success for a band is increasingly pinned on live performance, Kill Hannah need to book up their ideas. And quick.
In almost stark contrast to their support buddies, Aiden have cemented themselves as one of the most exhilarating live bands around at the moment, regardless of their sound, genre or youth. This headline gig then was an evening filled with high expectation - it was their ‘The World By Storm’ tour and tonight’s audience were willing and ready for the band to do exactly that.
Aiden’s music is by no means anything extraordinary, and if it were by this alone that the band were judged on, then their name would mean nothing to anyone. It’s emo rock, a mid-era My Chemical Romance. Their style vaguely goth, boarderline emo, and occasionally New Romantic, as was the theme of tonight with lead singer wiL Francis sporting an interesting Eighties quiff. Put this five-piece on stage though, and something explosive happens.
There’s some kind of genuine thrill they convey from playing their own music that is infectious. Walls of Death, multiple circle pits, crowd-surfing, and the entire venue sat on the floor pre-mosh - it was all there. For the fans who’d kicked, bit and shoved their way to the front, this was inevitably bliss. For everyone else though, a significant problem became evident.
Francis’ vocals were far from their usually impeccable self, sounding hoarse, forced and out of tune on a number of occasions, and no part of the set showed this greater than a potentially criminal performance of The Smiths’ ‘There Is A Light That Never Goes Out’. The large amount of underwear thrown on stage during the set was also slightly puzzling, but inevitably, neither this nor Francis’ vocal troubles were enough to stop this from being a very enjoyable show.
Pagan Festival
We've all heard of heavy metal - back-length hair, hazardously loud guitars, leather-clad populace etc. But try throwing in some violins, flutes, accordions and even the occasional horse sound effect and you're on to something. Add to that a bit of mead drinking and a few quite lethally shaped helmets and, congratulations, you have accomplished 'Viking Metal'! Also known as 'Folk Metal' or 'Battle Metal' in certain circles, this relatively new genre is the latest Finnish influx to gradually sweep the nation - and Monday night's 'Pagan Fest' at Rio's was a real treat for lovers of great music, European ale and Valhalla alike. Scandinavia's finest musical export was showcased in the form of five theatrical, epic and arguably talented bands, each with an equally unpronounceable name…
First up were 'Eluveitie', whose Swiss origin rendered them the black sheep of the mob. Undeterred however, the continent's overdriven answer to Arcade Fire continued to put on a brilliant show, psyching up the crowd a treat with their cheerful repartee and 'Herdy Gerdy'-playing abilities!
Next, 'Týr' took to the stage with a distinct aplomb. A similar vocal-style to Metallica's James Hetfield and an inimitable take on traditional Danish anthem 'Ramund Hin Unge' meant that this Faeroese four-some were an instant hit with the crowd. Offering a more classic metal approach than the expected Nordic theme, these guys introduced a degree of familiarity to those more accustomed to a traditional rock band set up.
Then followed the Pink Floyd-esque 'Moonsorrow' whose visually inspiring display of strobe lighting effects barely masked the lethargic nature of its accompanying sound. Although clearly musically competent, this band is not very well suited to the listener with ADHD. An unquestionable optical spectacle - certainly to be seen if possible, although not necessarily heard…
Later, headliners 'Ensiferum' donned medieval robe attire and stormed the stage complete with sword-laden shield. Their hour-long set showed both innovation and an elusive harmonious flair, justifying their place as pioneers of this obscure musical variety. These guys need to be heard to be believed, with every track sounding as if it's been ripped straight from the 'Fair-Maiden-rescue' scene of an enchanted Spielberg box office smash.
My personal highlight was in fact penultimate act 'Korpiklaani'. Their unique blend of forestry, fun and beer gave for a striking performance, which was clearly enjoyed the venue over. Chanting, “Joiking” and general merriment ensued as the sextet blended old material such as the jaunty 'Pellonpekko' and drinking anthem 'Wooden Pints' with newer tracks taken from latest album 'Korven Kuningas'. 'Korpiklaani' offer a show not to be missed…even if just to witness Jonne's stag-antler mic-stand!
The other two dates of this seemingly swift UK tour comprise 'Koko's in London, as well as 'JB's - that illustriously popular venue in…Dudley?!
Check out www.paganfest.net and www.myspace.com/paganfest for more info on Paganfest.
ELLIOT MINOR with support from Furthest Drive Home and The Higher
Furthest Drive Home seem popular enough with tonight’s crowd - one swish of the guitarist’s fringe seems plenty to arouse a scream from them. As much as you might hope there’d be some depth to their popularity in regards to their music, there really wasn’t enough originality or energy to define Furthest Drive Home from any other rocky pop-punk band out there playing vaguely catchy tracks in time with one another and with a bit of enthusiasm. Yes, they can play their instruments, and yes, they had an admirable confidence that only comes with a band enjoying themselves, and if those factors enough have persuaded you that Furthest Drive Home might be worth checking out, then that’s great. But for those of us who need something more, tonight’s performance wasn’t anything over or under the average marker.
The Higher, on the other hand, are a band who have the market perfectly targeted, knowing that pop-punk melodies and sugar-sweet vocals, if done well, can really attract excitement. Luckily for them, they are masters at a genre that can seem saturated with talented youngsters left, right and centre - particularly with the likes of DecayDance reigning king of the scene. However, there’s definitely room for one more and The Higher are most certainly the next big thing, if only because they genuinely appear to adore the music they make and the sound they create. Looking like the younger brother of William Beckett and Aaron Gillespie, vocalist Seth is both charismatic and adorable in equal measures, adding heart-felt emotion and passion to his performance. His band mates though are equally deserved of the limelight, particularly drummer Doug who thwacks his kit with a ferocity usually only demonstrated in hardcore styles. Here though the heavy beat added depth to the style and increased the intensely catchy appeal of the bands music, as well as adding an impressive visual presence to the live show. If you’re looking for a no-nonsense pop-punk band with charisma and a killer live show, then The Higher will provide exactly what you need.
There is a huge amount of both hype and stigma surrounding tonight’s headliners - some of it deserved, and some of it not - but they’re a band who write their own material and play live shows, which is credit enough for a fair review of their live performance tonight. The truth is, Elliot Minor put on one hell of a good live show. They know what they’re doing on a stage in front of hundreds of people, and they really have progressed from the slightly nervous - both musically and individually - band that might have been witnessed in their earlier years. It’s fair to say that Elliot Minor as a band have matured and grown into their sound - their performance is confident and consistently tight, the between song banter light-hearted and engaging for the crowd, while each band member seems to be establishing themselves as an individual presence on the stage. Admittedly, this confidence seems to exude more easily for vocalist Alex and guitarist Ed, who are more than happy to revel in the limelight and live up to rock showmanship expectations while their fellow band mates prefer to remain quieter. The classical aspect - and by this we’re talking the addition of a cello played by Teddy, for example - makes for an interesting watch live, and something a little different from your average pop-rock show, which is precisely the intention of the band. Whether you like the sound and style of Elliot Minor or not, there is genuinely very little to fault about their live show, and for those fans who came to hear a particular style of music performed by a band they appreciate, this night would have delighted and engaged from start to finish with two enjoyable support bands and a consistently strong set from the headliners themselves.
THE SUBWAYS
It’s been a fair while since The Subways toured the UK, having spent the past couple of years concentrating on writing and recording their second album ‘All or Nothing’ and only rearing their heads for a few small shows and some electric festival performances at Leeds and Reading. However, despite their excusable absence and the rapid rise of countless other indie rock three-pieces over that period, The Subways have still maintained a place in the hearts of many music fans who are now excited and eager to the point of explosion to have the bands new material and set of tour dates finally here.
The anticipation for tonight’s headline show at Leeds Cockpit is intense, with the high level of expectation from the crowd bordering delicately between the anticipation of seeing one of the best live performances imaginable, or the disappointment that the months of waiting weren’t worthwhile.
Luckily The Subways are humbly professional as they take to the stage to an uproar of cheers from their faithful fans and old friends. From then on began one of the most electric, energetic and explosive live performances anyone could have hoped for. The set-list was absolutely ideal - indie singalong classics like ‘Mary’ displayed the bands talent for softer song-writing before being balanced by heavier album numbers like the bands new single ‘Girls and Boys’, which delivered instant satisfaction to the spirited crowd. Opening with ‘Oh Yeah’ and ending with ‘Rock and Roll Queen’ perfected the set, assuring fans that the band could still deliver old favourites with all the blistering energy as when they first wrote them.
Absolutely devoted to performing with sustained and genuine enthusiasm and energy, the highlight of The Subways was their entire show. Every song was greeted with cheers of delight from the audience, every single song seeing at least five stage-divers clamber their way to the front of the stage before leaping off it into the bouncing crowd.
This felt like a reunion gig or a homecoming show, and it many respects it was - for a band to risk the potential of replacement by new groups in their two-year absence, the incredible welcome tonight was a relief for band and fans alike, and for those locals who were lucky enough to see them at Leeds Festival in previous years, The Subways were treated as much a part of the city as any local band would be.
There was an awful lot riding on this tour with extremely high expectations, but thankfully for everyone, The Subways smashed any apprehensions into the ground and proved without question that they are one of the strongest, committed and most consistently exciting live bands the UK has ever produced. An excellent gig with an unforgettable performance, the return of The Subways is firmly cemented as a music highlight of 2008.
Acid Eyeliner Album Launch
Taking full advantage of the latest technology they recorded their new album 'Future Lies' themselves, the songs mixed by drummer Murray. Also using networking sites like Myspace and Facebook to get their music out to the world has helped considerably, with over 21 000 fans on Myspace alone and street teams all over the world. Singer Lukess spends several hours a day replying to every comment and message, keeping the personal connection with their dedicated fan base. But all roads lead to this night- the release of their long-awaited full-length debut album ‘Future Lies’. The launch was held at the Gaelic Club in Sydney and boasted an excellent line up of up and coming Aussie acts.
Being a venue which I had never been to before, I was happy to discover that it is a gorgeous little club, perfect for intimate gigs. The venue was so perfect I was kicking myself for not going there to see Mindless Self Indulgence in February. Anyway we got to the club at 8pm and we were greeted by the long line of fans winding up the street outside the club. However we didn't wait long and soon we were inside. Having completely forgotten that there were 3 opening bands, we missed seeing first openers 'Runaway' perform.
The next band to grace the stage was pop rockers 'The Take'. Their boppy and upbeat rock style kept the crowd moving and singing along. Citing influences such as Motion City Soundtrack and The Killers, the boys proved themselves up to the task of pulling off extremely catchy well-paced pop rock tunes. Playing their instruments with ease and talent, 'The Take' was very comfortable in their performances, powering through their set and ending with song "Hollywood".
Next up was Newcastle's indie pop rock trio 'Short Stack'. With their own number one show on YouTube and over 25 000 myspace fans, these boys are definitely rising stars in the indie music scene. Pulling a crowd in their own right and guylinered to the nines, Short Stack opened with the catchy "Sway Sway Baby". From trying to climb up to the second level balcony and bantering between each other the boys kept the growing crowd entertained. Showcasing the night with tunes such as "One Step Closer" and the soulful "Back of My Head", Short Stack ended the night with their newest single "Princess" to screaming fans.
Even though the two opening bands put in great performances it was Acid Eyeliner who we were all there to see. The lights dimmed and the feeling in the crowd was electric as the boys took to the stage and broke into the first song of the night "Red Light Racecar Driver". Playing all songs off their new album, including the up tempo "Here Forever", "Kids of Party Nights", the meaningful "Face Down on the Ground" and title track "Future Lies", it is obvious the band put and heart and soul into both their lyrics and their performances. A highlight of the night, which I look forward to at their shows, was the solo by drummer Murray mid-way through the set. Also included was a cover of 80s band Cutting Crew’s "Died in Your Arms Tonight", and their best known single "Penny Lane", before ending the night with an encore performance of single "Kissing You in the Driveway".
Always obliging and grateful to their fans, the bands came out after the show and mingled with the crowd, signing autographs and taking photos. It was an awesome show, and definitely won’t be the last time I go see these guys live!
www.myspace.com/acideyeliner
HIM
Even before they started playing, the feeling that this was not just another rock concert was overwhelming, with the quintet displaying their unique style of songs that could easily double as beautiful, old world poetry. Kicking off with 'Passion’s Killing Floor' , from their most recently released album, 'Venus Doom', the crowd was already hanging off every word that frontman, Ville Valo, sang. And it was no wonder. Throughout the massive set, with a combination of songs that highlighted HIM’s vast, interesting career, such as: 'Poison Girl', 'Your Sweet Six Six Six', 'Join Me', 'Buried Alive By Love', 'Wicked Game', 'Rip Out The Wings Of A Butterfly', 'Killing Loneliness', 'The Kiss Of Dawn', 'Bleed Well' and the epic 10-minute plus ballad, 'Sleepwalking Past Hope'- the singers’ voice never faltered.
Ranging from a gorgeous falsetto to deep and stirring vocals - coupled with the incredible combination of guitar, bass, drums and keyboard - HIM have the incredible ability to weave and capture the imagination of the audience. And unlike a majority of 'bigger bands', they captured the audience for the entire performance.
As with any concert, it always resinates well with the audience when the band itself are enjoying playing for the crowd - at one point Valo thanking the crowd for "taking the time and energy to come and see us tonight".
This being the first time seeing HIM live, their performance undoubtedly met my expectations and exceedingly defied them.
And although they may not have as bigger following as some of the more mainstream bands in this country, rest-assured, the love and dedication they receive from the fans they have now is more than they could ever need.
Thanks to Meghan for this review and to Sammii (who runs the official HIM Australia site/part of The HIMfidels - official street team) for her help. Please check out the HIM Australia site: himaustralianfansite.net
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Flatline Drama
A rock/hardcore/metal band hailing from the small town of Lithgow (near Sydney), Flatline Drama have had an eventful past few years. Debuting in 2006 band members AJ, Brendan, Colin, Michael and Nick fit the band around full-time jobs and university studies. They have released their first full-length LP Resolutions, they tour regularly, and won the Triple J Unearthed Competition in 2007- playing with Aussie rockers Silverchair and Behind Crimson Eyes. Also playing in local festivals and rock ups with other acts such as The Midnight Juggernauts, Carpathian, Parkway Drive and Kisschasy, the boys have nowhere to go but up!
The show was an all ages event featuring several local hardcore/metal bands. Though there was a good crowd turn out for the first 4 bands, it was obvious that the night belonged to Flatline Drama. Known for their explosive live shows, (which leave me amazed that Colin hasn't knocked anyone out with his guitar yet), Flatline Drama are truly both an aural and visual band. And whilst only a small show the boys lived up to their reputation playing with the passion and energy befitting a stadium gig.
They powered through their set which included a mixture of old songs like 'Paper Street', 'Happy Birthday' and newer singles 'Running with Wolves' and 'Wars are Won in Red Scarves'. Since the new line up, with drummer AJ replacing original singer Rhys, the band's sound has gotten heavier and more hardcore than their earlier work. Despite this change, the band has only improved and still has a truly unique Australian sound that has set the bar for bands who want to follow in their footsteps.
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Newton's Playground
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Bathurst’s Mount Panorama, famed for its history in Motor Racing, played host this year to the ‘gravity-fuelled’ festival, ‘Newton’s Playground.’
Incorporating a range of extreme sports with a line-up of some of Australia’s music talents, this event was set to make a mark in history, with it being the first-ever event of its kind to grace our shores.Throughout the day, adrenalin junkies were treated to a range of events including - street luge, BMX, skateboarding, speed skating and wakeboarding - unfortunately, being the event was held at a rural venue, crowd numbers for the sporting events weren’t overly impressive - perhaps proving that events like this are best suited to the City.
However, the bands that played provided relief from dwindling crowd numbers.Sydney-based indie band, Fifty Sixx, played the stage in the afternoon, managing to pull a decent-sized club crowd, but not letting that phase their passion and performance. For all their energy, they could have been playing to a crowd of a thousand. Ultimately though, it was clear who the major drawcards for this years event would be.
As the sun set and night began to fall, the crowd numbers noticeably improved and a new energy was present. It was time for the big performers to take the stage.
First up, Perth band Gyroscope - who took to the stage with enough energy and drive to whip the growing crowd into a frenzy of moshing and singing.Showcasing a set that boasted songs from both new and old albums including ‘Snakeskin’, ‘Fast Girl’ and recently released single, ‘1981’ - Gyroscope, have ultimately made their mark in Australian rock music, after a long existence of the band. And while Gyroscope ultimately achieved impressing a vast majority of the audience, it was clear that the stage was really set for rock veterans, Grinspoon.
Fresh from performing in Sydney the night before, the roar from the crowd was deafening as the quartet took to the stage.Kicking off with the un-mistakable Grinspoon sound of ‘Black Tattoo’, the band showcased a range of songs that have defined them as one of the best Australian rock acts of our time.
The group blasted through the likes of ‘Hard Act To Follow’, ‘1000 Miles’, ‘What You Got’, ‘More Than You Are’ and ‘Lost Control’, displayed Grinspoon of old with ‘Ready’ and ‘Secrets’, whilst bringing the rush of adrenalin down with the sombre, ‘Minute By Minute’ and ‘Chemical Heart’.
While Grinspoon have always been a band to see live, tonight realistically proved why.The vocals were spot-on, as were the guitar solos, bass lines and drum beats - and for the first-time since singer Phil Jamieson announced publicly his fight with an addiction to chrystal methamphetamine (‘ice’) last year, the whole band looked like they are beginning to enjoy performing again.With the set wrapping up in just around an hour, there was no encore tonight - leaving a lot of fans hungry for more - but providing just enough to be satisfied with the band’s entire performance.
After the entire weekend of music and sports, the ultimate question remaining is will Newton’s Playground return again in the future?
And I think only one answer is apparent - if organisers can bring back another music powerhouse, like Grinspoon, then rest assured Newton’s will be here to stay. |
I’ve got a pretty awkward relationship with ska. I can’t really explain why. As much as I love certain bands like Sublime and the Slits, part of me has nightmares thinking back to a wasted youth of drinking cider and listening to bad Less Than Jake cover bands. When it’s done well, it’s perfect. You can’’t stop grinning, the world, seems a better place and have a bizarre urge to slowly nod your head. But when it’s done badly... well, it’s awful. So when M.O.T. open with a ska track I’m filled with trepidation that never quite goes away. They flit between a kind of Madness/Jam crossover and Definitely Maybe era Oasis style which I’m not sure really works. On rockier tracks like 'Underage Drinker' the material flows, with the half-sung/half-spoken vocals dovetailing with the Britpop riffs and solos. But their ska-influenced material is slightly clichéd and generic. The crowd laps it up, but I feel almost like I’m intruding on a private party where everyone knows everyone else. It’s quite fun really, but doesn’t hide the limitations of the band’s material. The most interesting track was early in the set, and its '60s garage feel was quite reminiscent of the Ludes and early Rolling Stones. The Ray Davies style lyrics were refreshing, and showed a glimpse of what they’re capable of if they try to evolve.
'The most exciting unsigned band in London' and 'my next favourite band'... that’s what the NME and Radio 1 are saying about Bonar Law, so I’m pretty intrigued. Things don’t get off to the best start with a slight technical hitch delaying their start for a couple of minutes. But hey, it isn’t much of a gig if the lead singer’s microphone doesn’t work so waiting isn’t too much of a chore.
They open up with a new and unnamed track, which is always a bold and, personally, welcome move. It’s definitely a progression from their earlier work, much more atmospheric and vaguely reminiscent of The Cooper Temple Clause. Although it’’s fairly restrained, there’s something dark bubbling away under the surface, sounding as if the song’s about to get a bit out of control. Which I really like.
Old favourites like 'Daisy Cutter' and 'Into My Arms' get the crowd going. This older material is full of cool, angular guitar riffs, but Peter’s synths definitely add an extra-element that makes them stand out from the post-punk/indie crowd. 'Daisy Cutter' in particular sounds massive, and my foot seems to have taken on a life of its own and won’’t stop tapping. The invitation to "dance the night away" sounds almost sinister, and I’m soon fighting an uncontrollable urge to move like a drunken uncle, and that doesn’t happen very often. In fact, I don’t dance as a rule.
Peter’s vocals echo at Ian Curtis and Paul Banks of Interpol but not in an obvious or over-the-top way. At times they seem almost too deep for the music, but this somehow works. On their earlier, slightly poppier material, it provides an edge to their sound, hinting at something deeper and darker.
Bonar Law have got a bright future, no doubt about that. Their older material ticks all the right boxes, combining danceable rhythms with fashionable post-punk style riffs, and it’s easy to see why Radio 1 and the NME are praising them so highly. But their newer material really hints at a band that is only just discovering how far they can push their music, and the endless directions they can go in. They paced their set perfectly, and managed to slip in new tracks at the right times, hooking the crowd in and keeping them in the palm of their hands, which is incredibly tough. Plus they never stopped rocking. Which helps.
GALLOWS with SSS, Fucked Up, and Set Your Goals
For a band with such a huge following at the moment, I really expected this gig to have sold out long before the night. Imagine my surprise when I discovered tickets still on the door! This being said, the venue was really busy from start to finish.
SSS: Personally the band I was most looking forward to seeing on the night, SSS approached this gig as they would have at their more customary smaller venues. Their set is tight and the level of competence has increased significantly over the relatively short period of time they have been on the scene. SSS are their usual fast-as-hell selves and from their sound you can easily see how they draw comparisons with bands such as Municipal Waste and DRI. The set list comprises various old and new songs but, as a fan of old, I was pleasantly surprised to see the amount of older material played. A few ‘‘die-hard’ fans had turned out and belted the lyrics back at the band to such favourites as Thrash with a Small Moustache, The Beast, CDC, and their final song, the self-titled SSS. Even after the obvious skill behind the set, the sound at the venue was not particularly well suited to the fast paced thrash that SSS purvey, but it didn’t matter.
Fucked Up: I have to admit that before this gig I had heard a fairly small amount of material from this band. Confusingly a line up presented itself on stage that looked like an indie band fronted by the fat guy from Bowling for Soup and I thought to myself, ‘‘aren’t this lot a hardcore band?’ At this point I feared another novelty-esq hardcore band to fill the bill.
Set Your Goals: A band that I am extremely fond of in a recorded format but have never seen live, Set Your Goals promised to steal the show from the well-followed headliner. However, in my opinion I would say they were slightly disappointing. A fairly tight set and good renditions of favourites such as Goonies Never Say Die and Flight of the Navigator could not save the set from what I can only describe as slightly mediocre. I think half of the problem was that I had built the band up so much previous to the set that they could not fail but to disappoint slightly. This is not to say it was a ‘bad’ set, but there seemed to be something lacking in their performance. The band went down extremely well however with their mix of dual vocal pop punk and hardcore and they certainly served as a good warm-up act for the ‘main event’.
Gallows: With all I have read about the veracity of their recent gigs and my own experiences of their live shows a while before their Epitaph days, I was half worried that, this close to the end of the tour, Gallows may have somewhat ‘run out of steam’’. Boy was I wrong. I have never been to a gig at the Met with such a lively audience and pit. From start to finish their set, mostly a rendition of their album Orchestra of Wolves as well as some old songs for the stalwarts (who were definitely outnumbered by the hordes of youth following the band have attracted - arguably because of their popularity in the music press), a level of intensity was present that is rare in any band.
All-in-all I can comfortably say that this gig ranked amongst my favourites at the Met, if not in the whole of Leeds, rounded off by an ace after show party at the Subculture (props to Adam and crew).
Hexes is a name you may have heard whispered around the underground scene as a band to keep an eye on, and believe me, it’s worth taking the advice. Another Southend four-piece packing both clout and conviction by the skull-full, this is how to do melodic and infectious hardcore the right way. So after a barrage heavy enough to make your ears bleed, Blackhole go one step further and rip them completely off with a merciless performance. Afterward introduced The Plight; yet another shining example of a band producing their own distinctive take on the classic hardcore sound. Whether the audience are moshing or just inquisitively listening (and for most of the night, it’s the latter), The Plight storm on regardless through a strong set-list of promising songs that, with a few more shows the quality of tonight’s, will quickly turn into anthemic crowd-pleasers. So onto the headliners, The Ghost of a Thousand. The band play their multi-time tried and tested set-list of every track off their debut album in order; for some, this might be seen as repetitive, offering little new for those fans who see the band repeatedly. However, from the crowd tonight who knew every word, pause, riff and fill as well as the band did, the chance to be able to hear an incredible record done live with it’s full intensity unleashed is something very special, and always absorbing. But if even that wasn’t entertaining enough, the band pull out an absolute fury of a new song to give the crowd a taster of more carnage to come.
The intimate smaller space of the secondary stage at Leeds Cockpit suits both band and crowd perfectly, the pair working off one another throughout the set to create an incomparable energy and atmosphere that really sets the bands performance alight. Issue’s with mic levels saw lead singer Tom literally scream his lungs out to try and make his vocals heard over the unrelenting barrage of his band mates - for any other band, this could have been a problem, but with the throat ripped out of a lion and shoved into a regular guy, Tom powered ahead relentlessly.
Catch Hexes when they tour with Cancer Bats and Johnny Truant in May, Blackhole supporting Every Time I Die, The Plight when they play with Poison The Well, and The Ghost of a Thousand on tour with Reuben and Baddies, all throughout April.
First up were Lovvers and although the venue was not yet full, they blitzed through their set with all the intensity you have come to expect from hearing their seven inch records and if you have not yet heard those then BUY THEM! Shaun Hencher (vocals) manages to stumble and jig around the stage as if a giant hand has him by the scruff of the neck and is tossing him around willy nilly for shits and giggles. The rest of the band come together well but it appears almost by accident; the songs are by no means cleanly finished and to be honest, are much stronger because of this. Their sound is raw and they play with a seeming ambivalence to style and polish. This band has their sound down; it’s trashy, brash and translates well live. It is punk and it is done really fucking well.
Rolo Tomassi arranges themselves on the stage next and from the outset it is hard to know what to watch. You have the precise and speedy fingering on guitar and bass, powerful drumming, Eva on vocals and the skilfully woven keyboard work too. However, perhaps the most entertaining aspect is the kid stood next to me and the shocked look on his face each time Eva roars and growls along to the music. The venue has now filled and the crowd seem to be pleased with the performance in front of them, as each song finishes one spectator offers a simple, singular word of praise- 'METAL'. The music is tight and visually there is a lot on offer. The energy on stage is contagious and Rolo Tomassi’s busy tour schedule has produced a very competent live band. At the helm you have Eva who, dressed elegantly in a black dress, commands a lot of attention. She dodges the necks of the swinging bass and guitar next to her with great skill and poise and screams with more balls than many a man. The musicianship that backs her up is equally engaging and at times it is hard to fathom the blur of fingers before you. There is both a vast array of technicality and toughness on display to keep you hooked. As the set close I am left waiting in expectance for a new Rolo Tomassi album and perhaps an Eva Tomassi action figure?
IWACS’s songs are decidedly less aggressive than the first two bands; in fact they are in no way aggressive what so ever. However, instead of feeling like I’ve been left hanging after the onslaught on Lovvers and Rolo Tomassi, IWACS come as a refreshing change to the bill. Almost like a Sunday comedown soundtrack to the Saturday night decadence of the previous acts. Performance wise the duo are not overly animated - do not expect Hella from this two piece. The drummer however puts on a more than adequate show and looks almost ‘Baywatch’ at times as his thin blonde hair flows in the breeze from his fan. It is pleasing to see that all the elements from their record are played out live and it is a credit to them that this is possible. The crowd laps up the bands offerings and a suitable amount of dancing and clapping along ensues. When the band finish with ‘Pink Squares’ it is clear by the crowds exuberance that off the back of this tour and release of their debut album ‘I Want You To Know That There Is Always Hope’ this band will do well and will be frequenting larger venues to play in the near future.
It’s also quite odd that tonight, only the bands third ever gig, is being put on by the NME, the magazine arguably most responsible for ridiculously over-hyping bands and records. But hey, I’m not fussed; I’m just waiting to be drawn into the brooding, sinful world of The Gutter Twins.
Before that I have to sit through 45 minutes of Ed Harcourt’s Jeff Buckley/Rufus Wainwright impression. Whilst I’m quite partial to a bit of Buckley, if I want to listen to him I’ll put on 'Grace', so it’s a bit of a chore to be honest, but he gets a surprisingly good reception from the masses.
The Gutter Twins drift onto the stage and with no introduction ease into 'The Stations', the opening track from their forthcoming debut 'Saturnalia'. As Lanegan growls haunting tales of redemption and the rapture, the band create a sinister, dark and epic noise that blows everyone away.
The band plays 'Saturnalia' in its entirety, in order. Although at times it does get a little awkward as only six tracks have been heard via the band’s MySpace page, their bold move pays off, with the slow burning material clearly had common themes running throughout.
Lead single 'Idle Hands' threatens to take Koko’s roof off, with Dulli’s huge riff intertwining perfectly with Lanegan’s powerful take on love and suffering. The material was pretty different to any of their earlier work. But its dark, brooding nature was pretty familiar, as were the lyrics concerning of spirituality, loss and death. 'All Misery Flowers' is another stand out track, with its probing piano and rousing chorus.
Vocal duties were shared fairly evenly between the two frontmen, and as usual when not singing, Lanegan stayed rooted to the spot, gripping the microphone stand. It’s quite transfixing to be honest. I know some people find it a bit boring but to me it’s just a guy who’s completely immersed in his music. To be fair, if you wanted someone to crack a joke onstage you were probably at the wrong gig, any sort of stage banter was ignored and the band simply threw themselves into the music.
After leaving the stage to a thunderous reception, the band returned for an encore of their assorted back catalogues, so we were treated to 'Methamphetamine Blues' and 'River Rise' from Lanegan’s back catalogue, as well as Twilight Singers 'Papillion' and 'No Easy Action', and a beautiful cover of 'Live With Me' by Massive Attack.
Ninety minutes later, after finally introducing themselves, the band disappear, leaving everyone stunned by the incredible set. Both Lanegan and Dulli have got a pretty passionate following and certainly didn’t disappoint them this evening. And it’s always funny to see grown men shrieking their devotion like teenagers if you ask me...
Anyone who likes their music to be raw, painfully honest and haunting is in for a treat when 'Saturnalia' is released on March 3rd.
RBF review #2
Next up, Streetlight Manifesto. The last time I saw them was 2005 at Trillians in Newcastle; their set seemed to drag and we got bored and left early. I wasn't expecting their set to be any different in Leeds, but I gave them a chance. Musically, the band are skilled and the abundance of brass is a refreshing change. However I'm sad to say that my opinion of them live was not changed by this performance. I felt it was bland. It didn't make me want to get up and dance and each song seemed to blend into the next. They all sounded quite similar. However there was a lot of skanking in the crowd and people cheering at the choice of songs, so maybe I'm missing something.
Headliners were Reel Big Fish. I've seen them about seven times because I just have to go back for more. They're fun, enthusiatic and great crowd pleasers. They opened the set with Sell Out and finished with Take on Me. They played a mixture of both very new and very old material - there was something for everyone in the room. And it's probably safe to say that about 80% of the room were dancing. Aaron was on form and the rest of the band played extremely well. It was nice to see the same brass section - I especially liked the trumpet player's comedic miming and the trombonist's dancing; it's not always the case that you get to laugh at a gig. Laila K joined the band for 'She has a girlfriend now' - a treat first seen at Slam Dunk Festival back in May 2007. Laila and Aaron appeared to have more on stage chemistry than when I saw them perform together before. I left the gig in a good mood, glad that I spent my evening in the company of such talented musicians and excited fans.
Reel Big Fish finish their UK tour in London (Astoria) on the 2nd March 2008. Sonic Boom Six are touring the UK again in March and then May with Big D and the Kids Table and Random Hand.
Seemingly something. Upon arrival at the Newcastle Carling Academy, the queue has reached proportions that I have never seen before. In fact, it snakes from the door, all the way around the building and back to the door again. No mean feat for any band. Does this mean that RBF do still pull in the fans? Surveying the crowd, possibly not. Many of the mini-moshers and scenesters are sporting ‘Sonic Boom Six’ and ‘Streetlight Manifesto’ t-shirts, clearly more excited about the inspired bill than the main event.
And who can blame them? ‘Sonic Boom Six’ are only on for 20 minutes, but they draw quite a crowd. It’s only 7.30pm and the mosh pit is completely packed. When ‘Streetlight Manifesto’ come on for their 30 minute set, it is impossible to find anywhere to stand. A friend of mine described it as ‘the best short set (he’s) ever seen’ and I’m inclined to agree with him. The tenor sax booms through the air as ‘Streetlight’ showcase the best from their album and the crowd bay for more. And all this before 8.30pm.
Finally, the RBF banner falls to adorn the back of the stage and a ripple of excitement passes through the crowd. So far, nobody has walked out of the building having seen the support acts. There’s hope yet. The band strut on, all hats and loud shirts, waving happily to the crowd before launching in to ‘Sell Out’. The crowd go mad. Over the next 80 minutes, the focus is very much on bringing back the old and having a good time. RBF work through the majority of their back-catalogue with heavy focus on material from ‘Turn the Radio Off’ and the occasional inclusion of tracks from ‘We’re Not Happy’ and ‘Monkeys for Nothing’ Leila returns to offer vocal assistance on ‘She Has a Girlfriend Now’ in between Aaron hopping across the stage and the brass section skanking. Jokes are cracked, an impromptu cover of ‘Enter Sandman’ rocks the crowd and the band finish with ‘Where Have You Been?’ and ‘Beer’ back-to-back before leaving the stage to deafening roars and chants for more. The band completes the set, and indeed encore, with their cover of ‘Take On Me’, much to the delight of everyone present.
Before the end of the show, Aaron asks the crowd who is seeing RBF for the first time. In a crowd of 2,000, nearly half of the hands are raised. The old fans may be getting restless, but ‘Reel Big Fish’ have proven that they can still bring the party and attract the younger audience. Where else can you see hardcore punks standing next to scared teenagers whilst clean-shaven young men dressed in shirts, surrounded by a cloud of ‘Tommy Hilfiger for Men’, prop up the bar? They are still the most wide-reaching ska band around today and this fan will certainly be going back for more next year (or, fingers crossed, Leeds Fest).
AMATHYST + ANTONAMASIA + VOLTERA
If any critic questioned the path rock and metal music has been progressing of late - with a recent rise in female vocalists - then this was the gig that put those thoughts to rest.
Tonight’s show perfectly highlighted the redefinition of metal bands - incorporating a combination of punishing guitar riffs complemented by strong female vocals.
First band, Amathyst from Newcastle, took redefining metal to a new level, with the entire band comprised of four talented female musicians.
Having not known about them before tonight, I was amazed to see the level of dedication to each of the groups songs by some of their fans - this essentially proved that these girls could be something more than a club band.
Next, Sydney based band Antonamasia ultimately proved that the introduction of female vocalists to the metal genre, has been a fresh change that is being welcomed into this circle.
Crowd involvement during their set was, too, amazing. Many people singing and dancing to the bands earth-shattering tunes complimented by strong vocals.
Undoubtedly though, the night belonged to Melbourne quartet Voltera, who describe themselves as a "sophisticated, emotive and [with a] distinct manipulation of the darker genres."
This was showcased with a set that nailed every aspect of their description. The guitar was loud and crunching, the bass deep and unforgiving, the drums sharp and the vocals stirring and engaging.
The band powered through the songs that have established them as an industrial metal band, including, 'My Time', 'Dirty City' and the song that scored them a feature in Tony Hawk’s console game, 'Do What Your Daddy Say', while introducing the crowd to their new song, 'Captain'.
While Voltera were the last band to play, they maintained the attention of a good crowd for their entire set - a skill that only the best bands possess.
There is no doubt after this gig, Voltera may well be on the road to something bigger and if this is the future of metal in Australia, then we are definitely in the right place.
BETTY FORD CLINIC (CLUB NIGHT) - 1st Anniversary
Under a certain railway arch near London Bridge, a seemingly secret gathering is taking place. From all over the city (and even beyond), a collective has come together to participate in the wearing of darkly-coloured clothing. Be warned though, I say it is seemingly secret because of its location. Although the building’s three arched rooms suit the clubs atmosphere perfectly, it also means that you might never find it unless you have someone to show you where to go, or without looking up the map on the BFC website. However, once you are inside, it’s more than worth it. The first room, dedicated solely to drinking and the enjoyment of some great sofas, is a haven for any frustrated people-watcher. Although some people just go for the simple black t-shirt approach, there are women here in everything from little more than underwear to corseted Victoriana evening wear. And the trousers have a similar sliding-scale of fabric volume too - from the tightest leather or PVC to something that you may suspect one could keep a small herd of livestock in the pockets of. And it all looks quite fantastic.
And then there’s the goth two-step to figure out. Put simply, it’s a dance that gets danced mainly by goths, and there are two steps to it. Arm movements are decided by tempo - i.e. if you are in the main room, which plays goth and ebm then this may look something like a graceful and slowed-down form of flailing, whereas if you find your way to the room at the back of the club, where the industrial music is playing, then this may be more like the arm movements of a manic robot trying to fight off an invisible assailant of some kind. Either version may make people fall about laughing at you if you try them in other clubs. But in these surroundings, to this music, and in this moment, it looks like possibly one of the coolest forms of self-expression one might ever hope to partake in. The music, the dancing, the achingly cool clothing on some of the other patrons - it all comes together to produce something elusively special. So, you might not master the two-step on the first attempt (though the chances are you probably will). BFC is a unique experience that’s not to be missed; a product unavailable at major retailers. The Betty Ford Clinic runs every 3rd Friday of the month, at the SEOne Club, London. http://www.bettyfordclinic.co.uk/
QUEENS OF THE STONE AGE with support from Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster
This has been a tough tour for Josh Homme and company, with the dates prior and following this Birmingham appearance both being cancelled on account of the singers chest infection. But, as the saying goes, the show must go on, much to the relief of the 3000 or so eager fans that have turned up to witness the band in the intimate setting of the city’s Academy venue.
Support for the tour could not have been a better choice - Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster are the underground cult superheroes, the band you either love or have never heard of, and with their power chords, stage presence and admirable adoration of killer bass, prove the perfect support for Queens. Tonight though, the boys aren’t having their usual cataclysmic effect on the audience, even seeming a little scared by the mostly static crowd that faces them. Having just completed a large UK tour themselves, the Matchbox seem rather exhausted as they wade rather than storm through their usually electrifying set. Luckily though, the band have an incredible back catalogue of both old material and new from their recent EP ‘In The Garden’, but without that unrelenting energy that they usually display, some of the songs fell short of the usual impressive showmanship they otherwise frequently achieve.
While the Matchbox fans stand struggling to regain their breath from a half hour of constant head-banging and hip-shaking convulsions that the five-piece’s music demands, the rest of the crowd watch intrigued as the pretty but a little random stage dressing is set up. Queue the unveiling of thick poles with cobwebbed chandeliers hanging off. These didn’t matter in the slightest though once the guys took to the stage, and with five classic albums under his belt, Josh Homme had absolutely no problem in delighting the crowd with the set list. Favourites from the band’s latest release ‘Era Vulgaris’ became all the more addictive once that pulsing bassline came into play, while tracks from their earlier material thrilled the more ardent fans and really displayed Homme’s haunting vocals to their best effect.
Visibly a little uncomfortable, the singer croaked quiet thanks to the cheering crowd between songs, but surprisingly managed to overcome this when it came to singing. Fellow long-timers (well, comparatively anyway) Joey Castillo and Troy Van Leeuwen were equally as professional, with the band indulging in instrumental refrains, showing the maturity and depth to their music that has occasionally been overshadowed by the commercial success of singles such as ‘No One Knows’. And it was to the credit of the band that they decided not to play this particular song at the Birmingham date, instead finishing with an anthemic and engaging performance of ‘Feel Good Hit Of The Summer’.
While illness may have dampened Homme’s usual energy, Queens of the Stone Age were still performing with the anticipated precision and passion that has earned them praise so often, and with an unfaltering audience encouraging them every step of the way, managed to consistently display the musicianship expected of them.
One Night Only with support from Sergeant
Walking into the venue to find that roughly fifty percent of the assembled persons appeared to be fourteen year-old girls worried me slightly. Not that I have anything against fourteen year-old girls, but it seemed to imply that the bands I was about to see might not appeal to very wide demographics. Happily, my assumptions were wrong, as both Sergeant and One Night Only are the types of bands that I could see appealing to a huge range of people.
For starters, despite there maybe being a few nerves floating around to begin with, support band Sergeant had people up and dancing by the third song. There was a sense that maybe the front-man wasn’t quite as stage-confident as he could have been, which was quite confusing considering how good the songs he was singing were. Each one seemed like a respectable piece of well-crafted indie, and it seemed like the band had enough energy and chemistry together to write even better ones in the future.
And the headliners weren’t disappointing either. Helmsley Five-piece One Night Only played a set packed with potential hits, powerful guitar parts and, as it happens, really, really good drumming.
The single You And Me, released last October, went down the best, despite the fact that, when taking into consideration what their other songs were like, I thought that they could have spent a bit longer on writing more interesting lyrics for the chorus. However, second single Just For Tonight (due for release in January), more than makes up for any faults that the first may have had. With decent lyrics and a better bass-line, it seems to imply that these guys are only going to improve as they go on. And if everyone who sees them reacts in the same way as those present on that night, One Night Only might last a lot longer than the average bunch of indie-kids.
MEET ME IN ST LOUIS with support from The New 1920, Sam Isaac and Tubelord
The first floor room of a quaint and friendly Camden pub was to host an equally charming and sociable event; Big Scary Monster’s ‘Meet and Greet’ opening party, both showcasing and celebrating its new venture of collaborating with artists and fellow labels to release limited edition singles. Then one of the labels’ pride and joy signings go and have their lead singer leave to pursue other projects, along with their much deserved UK tour with Hell Is For Heroes being plagued by transport troubles and multiple illness across the line-up, meaning that the tours last stop in London is completely cancelled. Slight problem there, but not to worry - the Big Scary Monster family were on hand to help, and thus we see the delightful Meet Me In St Louis top of tonight’s line-up in what will be their last ever show with lead singer Toby Hayes. Unsurprisingly then, this was one of the must-attend events of the year, with a heavy number being turned away at the door and those who did make it into the place feeling like we were part of some huge-scale game of Sardines or some other parlor game in this high-ceiling Victorian sitting room. To entertain us first as we shuffled about between drinks and the stage were Tubelord, seductively self-described as alternative salsa. Don’t struggle too hard to imagine what crazy generic suggestion that implies - essentially, as with all of Big Scary Monsters’ delights, they’re a surprise and an at once addictive medley of wonderfully intense, brash and active playing, throwing in some danceable beats and fun vocals just to keep you, literally, on your toes.
Following this we have a complete change of scene to another variety of music that the Monsters label inevitably do extremely well at finding, encouraging and supporting. Sam Isaac is a name that either you know and love, or that you’ll soon be hearing of very shortly, probably followed by the words ‘...is brilliant’. It is always reassuring and somewhat of a relief that, despite music having a tendency to get more electronic and more automated and louder and faster and more look-at-me than everything and everyone else, you can get a normal guy with a regular guitar, stand him on a large step that does as a stage, and listening intently as he plays music. Simple, heart-felt, honest music. Brilliant. While the title ‘Meet and Greet Launch Party’ was potentially the most accurate and informative name they could have chosen for tonight, the heading ‘Gig Consisting of Crucial Bands for 2008’ would also have been correct. The New 1920 snuggle comfortably under that banner, with tonight’s set demonstrating why. With drummer Ryan Jenkinson’s roots in Rotherham’s thisGIRL who spilt early in 2007, there was both anticipation and excitement meeting this act - and they ended up delivering in abundance. Yes, Christmas came early for the entire 20’s set which was just a blistering, energetic and rhythmic mass of pop-edged alternative indie in the most thrilling sense of each of those genres.
The likes of those Meet and Greet signings would have been adequate for an utterly fantastic gig. However, completely spoilt as we music fans are, we had one band left, and an important one at that. Fans from across the country had turned out to support the boys in their send off for singer Toby, who’s moving on to head up Run For Your Life promotions in addition to other ventures. Barely fitting on the stage, what with the five-piece having an energetic style of performance and with the crowd crushing desperately to try and get near to the front, Meet Me In St Louis storm the place with their usual unrelenting and abrasively passionate set. The audience is absolutely devotional in singing every single word of every single song St Louis play, bodies moving in irregular and peculiar dance moves that could only make sense when every single other person in the room is doing exactly the same.
Beyond the set list that saw most, if not all, of album ‘Variations On Swing’ being played, and aside from the fans jumping and dancing and singing in voices that howled rather than swooned like Toby’s, there was a sense of something more here. It felt like... family. This band have had an incredible year, having been spotted by top music magazines and taken on tour with a band like Hell is For Heroes, and yet here we all were - sweaty, dancing messes of music lovers. A great, big Meet Me In St Louis-adoring family. This is why St Louis, Big Scary Monsters, the bands that played here tonight and every other band on and connected to the label are so very important, and so very much cherished - because they make you feel at home. And long may they continue to. THE MATCHES with support from Mesh 29 and Templeton Pek
This visit to British shores by US band The Matches has been highly anticipated by their avid fans here, who’ve turned out to witness the band in the cosy vicinity of Camden’s Barfly on a cold Sunday evening in November. With audience members ranging from teenage girls in ribbons and pearls to the older music fan in monochrome tie and shirt, it’s clear to tell that The Matches can’t be put into any old box - musical boundaries? They eat the boundaries. So arises the question of who on earth could support such an act? First up: Templeton Pek, a band always ready for a challenge.
Equally as comfortable and dedicated playing to 200 people tonight as they were 20,000 people at this years Give It A Name festival in Birmingham, Templeton Pek have no problem with storming through their set of material from album ‘No Association’, released in the UK in early 2008. Vibrant and energetic, the three-piece commanded full audience attention tonight with a sound of addictively electric head banging hard rock, demonstrating precisely why these guys are without a doubt at the top of bands to watch out for at the moment. A large section of the audience stand baffled by the next act; an acoustic guitar? What is this strange item, and what is it doing here on stage? Mesh 29 are set the near impossible task of providing some answers. Luckily enough though, singer and guitarist Adam Mezzatesta has some support from fellow band mates Anthony Shiels (piano) and Dave Jackson (drums) in delivering their unique style of acoustic pop, with sweeping melodies and bittersweet vocals. Epic and powerful on record, Mezzatesta’s voice is just as mesmerising on stage, and soon enough, it seems to all suddenly make sense. Well done chaps.
Californian four-piece The Matches are the secret heroes of the underground, newly emerged to the mainstream by way of modern lullaby ‘Salty Eyes’ and it’s unforgettable TV-smashing music video. The song is, of course, received with glorious cheers by the eager crowd, but is far from the bands only appeal tonight. Working through a deliciously varied pick-n-mix of a set list that touches on ska and blues as much as it does emo or rock, The Matches perform with energy and compassion in every song, no doubt strengthened by the large amount of doting fans that have come out in force tonight to sing along every word with them. Undeniably alternative, The Matches are a band whose music seems to stand strong without the support of a generic label or audience preconception, and they’re all the better for it. The perfect headliners to an eclectic line-up, vocalist Shawn Harris and company sure know how to get a party started, complete with mosh pit, sing-along’s and pink furry bunny ears. TASTE OF CHAOS with The Used, Rise Against, Aiden, and more.
Due to setting off later than we probably should have, and then getting distracted by fried chicken, we arrived at The Apollo just before the first band came on, so unfortunately, I can't tell you much about the atmosphere before the show. I can only presume that it would be the same as any other gig that I've ever been to, the main source of entertainment being to take photos of yourself at arms length.
Manchester's Taste of Chaos was not opened by a band who won the Battle of the Bands competition, unlike on the other tour dates, but for an example of what unrecognised talent we have in the UK, check out Yashin who won the chance to open Glasgow at www.myspace.com/yashin, or The Humour who opened at Leeds - www.myspace.com/thehumour.
The lights went down on time, and the first vibrations left the speakers, followed by a chant of "We, Are, The Dynamite" signalling that The Blackout were about to hit the stage. They put on an awesome performance, including the songs "I’ve Got Better Things To Do Tonight Than Die" and "Spread Legs Not Lies"; track titles that could have appeared on any other emo album churned out in the past few years - Yes, I'm referring to you, Panic! At The Disco and Fall Out Boy. The Blackout have an amazing on-stage presence, which was enjoyed by everyone from dedicated fans to people who had never listened to any of their stuff beforehand (such as myself).
When the hot and sweaty likes of The Blackout had left the stage, it was the turn of Gallows to entertain the crowd with an attitude straight out of a Vauxhall Nova. This was only due to their sudden popularity which has seen them spread like Chlamydia through the nation's youth via Radio 1. As you can probably tell, I would have much preferred the advertised Escape the Fate. After much predictable screaming about being in the stomach of a large fish, it was time for them to fuck off.
Aiden were next up, although I would hardly have recognised them since the last time I saw them play at Download 2006. Granted, that was 18 months ago, but it still shows how shallow the music scene can be, and how a bit of face paint helps to get you noticed and recognised. They managed to put on an astounding performance, playing songs from all 3 albums that they have released. They even managed to squeeze in their signature crowd activity, three secret words that bring a feeling of dread into every security guard's stomach; Wall of Death.
Rise Against came on shortly afterwards, putting on a show which seemed to drag on much longer than their allocated time slot. That's not to say I didn't enjoy them, especially their last track "Give It All". I was a tad disappointed that we didn't see any acoustic versions of their songs which they pull off so well, but true Rise Against fans will have loved every minute the set.
We were then graced with the presence of Paris Hilton, Rocky and George Bush among others, immortalised in the form of cardboard cut-outs. When The Used finally came on, the crowd were understandably hyped up as they launched into songs from their latest album, Lies For The Liars. I had never seen The Used live before, but I had heard a million bad reviews about how they can't perform on stage. I hate to say this to anyone who still hasn't seen them, but the rumours are true. At times, I didn't know if they were singing off the same hymn sheet, although the energy they put into the performance still made it worthwhile. To close, wiL from Aiden came on stage and after a quick snog with Bert joined him in singing the crowd out to "Box Of Sharp Objects".
Overall, it was a good show, but nothing to match Taste of Chaos 2006. With so many good bands on the line-up over in America, Australia and Japan such as Chiodos, 30 Seconds To Mars and The Bled, they could have done a lot better. But with Taste of Chaos 2008 only a year away, and Rockstar's new "Get A Life" tour, all is not lost.
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