(((O))) Category: Live
The Sax Man came to Tufnell Park as Rivers of Nihil played an unforgettable album show of Where Owls Know My Name, at the Dome.
Qujaku are not at the point in their career where they can yet play venues big enough for a production as impressive as IMPATV have brought here, but they’re so good it probably won’t be long. You don’t want to miss this tour.
Between the set-list, the gorgeous visuals and the curation of the whole evening’s entertainment, there’s a sense of watching something that had been honed to perfection before anyone had even gotten a glimpse of it. The sound is immaculately crisp, Miller’s guitar slotting neatly between post-punk breeze and jagged-pop swagger, and a trio of covers towards the set’s end wink at nostalgia while staying true to the band’s idiosyncrasies.
Track Not Found? Think Kate Bush with a punk sensibility – imagine she grew up listening to Nirvana and Riot Grrrl hooked up with Natasha Khan and started a band.
Mallory Knox approached their final London show with all the professionalism and energy that made them such a force in the alternative scene. It may feel as though it’s over a little too soon, but fans at the Underworld can take some comfort in the fact that they have a few more good memories of the band to leave with.
This is a band on the form of their lives; and with another run of shows planned in January, this momentum doesn’t seem to be slowing down anytime soon.
Post-metal legends Pelican return to Manchester, laying waste to Gorilla’s rich haunt with their devastatingly expansive live experience.
Devotees to the sounds of hipness, rejoice! The time has come for your sacred, yearly mass, for Pitchfork Festival will shortly return, bigger and bolder than ever, for its ninth consecutive year at the Grande Halle de La Villette in Paris.
The Wizard may have cleaned up their sound a little since the old days. . . But what’s left is a very solid band. . . There were motorbike chases, lesbian vampires, and leather-clad dominatrixes on the screen? Really? I hadn’t noticed.
Paul Gilbert is not just a terrific guitar player, but a fantastic entertainer too. Watching a two-hour show with no vocals just focusing on guitar work may sound like something only of interest to guitarists, but Gilbert provides a much broader appeal than this.
Her mixture of classical tinged virtuoso playing and math-infused polyrhythms manages to completely sidestep the obtuse trappings of both, with a weightless stage prescience deftly mixing the top 10 chart of Ancient Greece with the star gazing of Clapham Common.
Melt-Banana . . . exude a fervent passion for their music and a sense of hyperactive aggression underpins their work that’s not lost on the crowd, who spend the full set in a desperate, sweaty crush to get a foot closer to the riffs.
The Membranes reconvene back to a four-piece plus a punk icon guests to top a night of guitar explosion and great fun.
It’s this DIY, unpolished grit that makes Burden Limbs an exciting prospect going forward – scraping away all the gleam and cleanliness of contemporary post-metal acts to return to those crust-laden roots from where the genre was born. (Photo: Jenny Robertson)
Drab Majesty are probably not from some kind of extra-terrestrial race. . . But – when they emerge, resplendent in trademark white wigs, huge 3D-film style shades, white tailored suits, cravats, and blanched-complexions – you can’t help but wonder.
Nile have always been a band who toe the line between tradition and innovation and after 25 years, the thought that they might have run out of tricks surely passed through the mind of many before this evening; but if nothing else, their performance was proof that they have truly been reborn by the will of Osiris.
Cult of Luna, Caspian, Meshuggah – ArcTanGent’s superb if soggy Saturday line-up was nigh on exhausting. Gaz Cloud donned the wellies and squelched his way through a muddy but magnificent 11 bands in 12 hours.
“If you see me at ArcTanGent this weekend – remind me that I hate camping and festivals and to never do it again. Thanks” That was my Facebook status update on August 14, 2019. Three days later and my mind was changed completely. . . About one of those things. . .
There’s a point after the show where someone is overheard stating that what they had just witnessed is “the future of music”, and that doesn’t seem far off. Vampillia are avant-garde with purpose: a collection of like-minded and immensely talented musicians who have somehow found each other and let us join in the magic.
Tonight is an exceptional performance even by the band’s own demanding standards. Considering how it must seem to the casual bystander that they can do no wrong these days, it’s good to know that they’re still capable of meeting expectations head-on and maybe even surpassing them.
Green Man remains a gathering of like-minded, wonderful people – people who care for others, care for this earth we live on, and care for the utterly gorgeous music and art that makes the festival so special.