(((O))) Category: Live
The Lazys are surely deserving of bigger, wilder, drunker audiences and I recommend you make it so at Bloodstock or anywhere else you happen to find them.
Which better song for a pagan forest folk act to cover than ‘Gently Johnny’ from the Folk Horror classic The Wicker Man, Pioro’s violin for which is so moving that I’m mostly too absorbed to imagine Britt Eckland’s body-double writhing all over the church walls.
Stone Broken have demonstrated why they are such an exciting act for the UK classic and hard rock scene right now. They bring a freshness, energy and genuine passion to a style of music which is often derided as obsolete; and will surely continue to work their way up to bigger venues and bigger crowds in the years to come.
More than their talent though, Rival Sons bring a real sense of joy to the night. The feeling that they are genuinely doing what they love in front of their adoring fans is infectious.
Minds were riveted by the kaleidoscopic display of colours and heavy sounds, provided by the booming PA systems, live-visuals and live dancers trading off dance moves combining traditional First People dances and modern Hip-Hop moves.
Boiler suits, headstands in the crowd, female empowerment and social commentary, Frank Carter and the Rattlesnakes continue their mission to enrage the youth of today.
Overall, I’m struck by the vulnerability of Wrekmeister’s performance tonight; emotion that’s bravely raw and visible even behind a wall of guitar drone.
“Singing is a medicine,” says Einar Selvik, before launching into the finale of tonight’s triumphant show, and you can’t hear this man sing without understanding exactly what he means.
We’re watching a performance by a piece of sculpture that might not be either of those things. It fills and animates the space but it’s possible to move your attention across it and appreciate it in different ways depending on which speaker you’re stood next to.
Yes, it’s cheesy and yes, it’s sleazy but, dammit, Metaltech are just so much FUN. Mind you, I’d hate to have to clean the place up afterwards. . .
Uncle Acid and the Deadbeats bring the horror in style at the rammed Electric in Brixton, with the very fine Blood Ceremony for company.
The first half (possibly longer) of the show is a bit of a blur, any pretence of being sensible, making notes, or recording opinions or other such bullshit quickly going out of the window amidst a flurry of flailing limbs and snapping necks. . .
Eight months on from their Desertfest co-headline triumph, Monster Magnet return to these shores for their sole UK 2019 gig and deliver a masterclass of head-melting heavy psych and a no-nonsense, rebellious rock ‘n’ roll spirited frontal assault.
When they shift off of the beaten path into untrammelled sounds, Low’s noise is that of a dense unravelling. It is furrowed from fathomless depths. It is the sedate carnage of planetary creation, of rushing magma, and swelling seas.
No nostalgia trip, The Magpie Salute doggedly lay out their own path to progressively louder applause at the Electric Ballroom.
Musical notes from the underground emerge on a night of new artists that unearths some previously-buried gems. . .
Clutch deliver the goods, and some more, in a rocking-out masterclass at a fever pitch Brixton Academy.
It is easy to see why TesseracT have built up such a loyal following with performances like this. The professionalism and innovation that they have become known for are personified in tonight’s show and the only downside was that they didn’t play for longer.
Perhaps even worse for the elitists, is that this if this is a passing fad, it’s one that’s showing no signs of letting up anytime soon – in fact, if the massive queue that greets me before doors is anything to go by, it’s still very much on the rise.
About midway into ‘Back In The Room’ they fully take flight, a massive, shaking whirl of sound that surrounds and lifts you rather than simply flattens you with volume.
I entered London’s Scala with pricked up ears and senses tuned to pick up on any Sugoi activity going on, whether good or bad. If one expects to be spooked when entering a spooky castle, it sounds only fair to expect enjoyable “Sugoi” music to come out of this second day of Enjoy Sugoi Festival.