Thursday, 24 March 2011
Tuesday, 30 November 2010
Tuesday, 26 January 2010
The set starts off quite tame, with a lot of the slower tracks from the album loaded towards the front. Things soon start to pick up though, and by the time they play “Bicycle” they have well and truly hit their stride. The vocals also start a bit wobbly, but improve as the show goes on. You are still left with the impression, though, that Dayve Hawk would much rather be anywhere else but under the spotlight. Just as things start to peak (both in confidence and energy), it’s all over. The band leave and let the Mac provide us with an outro. It may have only lasted a little over 30 minutes, but (for a 2nd ever show) it hinted towards an exciting future.
Sunday, 25 October 2009
Monday, 12 October 2009
The finished record is an epic production, and one that takes on a whole new level of emotion charged rawness live. Tonight they are the opening act, regardless of the fact that most of the room is here to see them. The downside of this is that we are teased with a painfully short six song set. They start with a solid rendition of “Bear”, hampered by some dubious sound levels. By the time they start the second song (Thirteen) this has been rectified, and we are treated to some of the choice highlights of “Hospice” (although not playing “Kettering” is almost criminal). It would be almost impossible for them to replicate the high production values of the record on stage, but the raw sound only adds to the dynamics and atmospherics of the show – leaving the subject matter feeling even more urgent and hopeless. A blistering version of “Two” closes the set and, all too briefly, it’s over. Ears are ringing, emotions are wrought and jaws are on the floor. They are back in town at the end of Nov for some (hopefully longer) headline shows. Only a fool would miss out.
Saturday, 3 October 2009
The music consists of some fairly heavy rock jams with the odd song thrown in for good measure, but the music really does come second to the theatrics, raw energy and crowd participation. Members of the audience are now holding the bass drum up in the air, with the singer standing atop of it, screaming at and mooning the audience (gives a whole new meaning to the Gaza strip). I’ve lost sight of the guitarist completely. The drummer looks about to drown in his own sweat. A photographer tries to get a close up of the singer. He beckons him closer and then spits on the camera lens. I’ve spotted the guitarist. He’s behind the bar! Suddenly an hour has passed, the music stops and normality is resumed. I leave exhausted, smiling and covered in sweat and beer.