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.
Pitchfork Music Festival has expanded to take over the Bastille area for two evenings chock full of performances by promising new acts from the indie music scene. Here I stood, sole person in line at the Badaboum at 7:30 pm sharp, with excitement tingling in my brain and French opinionatedness running through my veins. I was ready.
Within Temptation belong on the big stage, and with some epic new tracks, well-rehearsed and waiting to be released, there is no doubt that more arena-style performances like this await us in future.
Disappointment guaranteed. Tonight sees a cherished illusion shattered as the widely held belief that a Blizzard gig could be improved by power failure turns out to be another myth.
Anathema steal the show at Kscope’s 10th birthday party, the headliners joined by a raft of label talent and special guests.
“Leave them wanting more,” they say. I do – I do want more and when they’re back in the UK I’ll see them again. And again, and again, and again. . .
In a rare live show, Whale Fall displays their mastery of instrumental post-rock.
There’s been bands I loved, bands I really didn’t, and a lot in between, and it will have been exactly the same for everybody. Let’s hope that the Damnation philosophy never changes.
Idles are not just a band, nor are they just a movement. . . This night showcased their extraordinary gift: the ability to bring people together, to listen to a simple message, and to think about it, all while enjoying themselves.
They sound fantastic, loud and sharp, there’s a natural sense of rightness in the way the songs unfold that makes them seem simpler than they really are.
There’s no drum solos suspended above the stage; no guitar wankery under the spotlight; no egos; no compromise. Because, at the end of the day, that’s why Sinsaenum are here: for a return-to-roots, back to the underground for the love of playing the nasty in sweaty venues.
If Wiegedood hammered home an utterly-unvarnished sense of the bleakness and harshness of existence then YOB, alongside Om, Pallbearer and the like, concentrate on conveying a genuine sense of warmth, beauty and euphoria that is beyond piousness or pretension, and which stays with you way beyond the tube ride home.
Sons of Apollo put on a slick show in Bristol, albeit one that’s almost as heavy on showboating as it is prog metal anthems.
Toronto played host to a night of some great technical/progressive metal on a four-band bill.
Some context for this review: I wasn’t vastly familiar with either performer here. I’d not really listened to much Current 93 until a week before the gig, and until a couple of months ago I’d never knowingly heard a Nurse With Wound album. . . though …
When Japanese instrumental giants Mono announced their latest European sojourn, one that took in several dates in the UK, fans rejoiced at the prospect of seeing the band live again on these shores for the first time since 2016. With a new album arriving early next year, the anticipation of the band debuting new material was another reason to not miss out. . .