Showing posts with label Live Music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Live Music. Show all posts

Friday, 19 February 2016

Kicking off gigs for 2016 with Creeper and some pop punk

I posted a little while ago about new bands I've discovered, mainly through the Spotify discovery playlist function. Lately, the selections have been, frankly, not to my taste in the slightest. I may have used the word awful more than once. But that's ok, because from the beginning of February to the start of March, I've got a huge number of gigs lined up and I'm very excited to get my ears around a whole lot of live music. First up is a Neck Deep / State Champs co-headline show at Kentish Town forum, but in all honesty I'm here for Creeper, the rest is just a bonus.

As is so often the case, I'm running too late to catch the opening act, Light Years, so can't say what they sounded like this time. Next on the bill are Creeper, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't super excited to see them in a venue of this size. Overpriced beer in hand, I find a spot where I can see the stage and eagerly await the start of their set.

http://creepercult.com/
Getting straight into things with VCR from their debut EP, the fast paced punk vibes get the crowd moving. I can't tell if it's actually faster paced than usual, or if I'm expecting songs to be short and frantic because it's a pop punk show. Either way, it's a great opener and the crowd are reacting well to frontman Will's energetic charm. Next up is new track Black Mass from the forthcoming EP, The Stranger, and it's clear that Creeper's fan base is growing, with many faces in the pit eagerly singing along. Following on from the new release is punk-infused anthem Honeymoon Suite from the 2015 EP The Callous Heart, and Allergies, which is the best sounding track for me so far. The band, who recently became a 6 piece with replacement guitarist Ollie and the addition of Hannah on keys, sound tight and confident, their passion for playing filling the stage with energy. Settled into their stride, Creeper continue with old favourite Gloom from the band's first release, and last year's singalong anthem Lie Awake. Finishing with goth ballad Henley's Ghost, the rapidly filling venue is getting involved, arms swaying in unison with the band throughout the emotionally charged final chords. This might not have been the very best sounding Creeper show I've been to, and they're arguably the least pop-punk act on the bill by a country mile, but they held their own and showed London that they're more than ready to bring their goth punk style to bigger venues like the Forum. It's hard to write objectively about a band I love so much, but when they write fantastic songs and perform them with such raw enthusiasm, it's not hard to see why they're stealing more callous hearts with each show they play. But enough gushing, the joint headliners State Champs and Neck Deep are still to play and it would be more than a little rude not to mention them at their own show.

http://www.statechampsny.com/
I'm not really familiar with either of these headline bands, so I have no preconceptions about their performance, other than an expectation of UK and US pop punk galore. I've relocated to the seating area of the venue, an expansive 1st level section which provides a rather excellent view of the stage, something of a luxury for those of us not blessed with great height. From this new vantage point I can also see that a lot of fans here are pretty young, which might explain why I'm not overly familiar with this new breed of pop punk. Age and height issues aside, State Champs take to the stage to a roar of appreciation from the now-capacity crowd and kick off with the bouncy American college vibes of Secrets from their sophomore album Around the World And Back, released in October 2015. I'd love to give an enlightening run down of the rest of their set, but truth be told, I wasn't paying much attention. I was somewhat distracted by catching up with friends, discussing Creeper's set and maybe picking up a pint or two at the bar. State Champs just aren't the band for me. There was nothing offensive about their performance, but there was nothing particularly interesting for me either. They clearly are the band for most people here though, there's a good atmosphere and the fans seem to be enjoying themselves, so that's good.
After a brief intermission it's time for the UK headliners Neck Deep, hailing from the North Western town of Wrexham, perhaps only otherwise known in alternative circles as the home of Welsh Comic Con. I'm expecting a similar sound to State Champs, so I'm pleasantly surprised when Neck Deep break into Citizens of Earth from the 2015 album Life's Not Out To Get You. It's immediately punchier and grittier than State Champ's opening number, and I'm enjoying the synchronised jumping from the band who are clearly very comfortable performing to this full capacity, geared up crowd. The set continues with a selection of high energy, confidently performed tracks. There are obviously lots from the latest album, interspersed with a few from the debut offering Wishful Thinking and the EPs Rain In July and A History Of Bad Decisions. Although Neck Deep aren't quite catapulted to the top of my favourite bands list, they've put on a particularly strong show, mixing a good amount of crowd interaction and band banter with some classic pop punk tunes. Towards the end of the night, we're treated to the guest vocals of Hannah from Creeper  on the mellow A Part Of Me, with the crowd singing along in not-altogether-awful harmony. Ending the set with the raucous Can't Kick Up The Roots, followed by some kind of crazed mini rave, Neck Deep send a new wave of pop punk fan kids spilling happily onto the streets of north London with reckless abandon. For me, the UK band won over the US exports tonight, and I can honestly say I really enjoyed watching Neck Deep close this UK leg of their tour. They're not going to replace the likes of NOFX, Reel Big Fish or Frenzal Rhomb in the nostalgic pop punk archives from my own teenage years, but they might well have a space alongside them in a genre that seems to be having somewhat of a revival, if tonight is anything to go by. 

Tuesday, 6 October 2015

The Sword / Hang the Bastard @ The Underworld, Camden



On a Friday evening in September, during my busiest working week of the year, I couldn't be more excited that it's Friday. Partly because it means no work tomorrow, but mostly because I'm off up to the hive of activity that is Camden Town to see London metallers Hang The Bastard support stoner rockers The Sword, the latter of whom I've never had the chance to see before.

In a rare moment of good timekeeping, I actually arrive at the venue on time. Ordering a beer and allowing my eyes to adjust to the dimly lit underground space that is the Underworld, I prop up the bar for a few minutes until the speakers inform me that Hang The Bastard have taken to the stage. It's a sold out gig, so I'm quite surprised to see a lot of space still, but then I'm not used to being this early. I park myself next to a pillar with an actual view of the stage (a real rarity) and see what this London-based quartet have to offer. 

Opening with heavy, bluesy riffs the heads in the crowd soon start bobbing along. I'm a sucker for a half beat and a downtuned sound, and there's a lot of this being delivered tonight. There's buckets of energy on stage, and an awful lot of excellent beards everywhere. Frontman Tomas Hubbard screeches his goblin-esque vocals with an impressive ferocity, saving his vocal chords in between songs and turning around whilst the gaps are filled with abstract distortion and crackling feedback. I've seen HTB a few times and I'd say this is probably the most 'together' they've been. The massive doomy sludge riffs and big rhythms fill the space with a dirty, wonderful noise. By the end of their set the venue has filled up, and the capacity crowd seem ready for the headline act, suitably roused by Hang the Bastard's high energy, hard hitting performance. A band to watch out for if you like your metal veering towards death-style vocals and packing one hell of a punch.

The Sword open with the synth-electro Unicorn Farm from the new album, High Country. Following with Buzzards, also from the new release, they go on to mix old and new tracks together seamlessly into a cacophony of seventies influenced, beautifully balanced heavy rock. Tres Brujas from the band's third album Warp Riders follows the opening new tracks with meatier riffs and a togetherness that will stay for the rest of the evening.

The new material is arguably a return to a more classic rock sound, and has less of the heady, bassy stoner rock vibe of previous releases. This isn't to say it's lacking anything though. The 10 tracks performed tonight from the latest record display the characteristic polish and finesse that The Sword's fans have come to know and love. The solos are impressive without veering into self indulgence, the bass, synth and drums melding beautifully together to support John D. Cronise's retro vocals.

The older, heavier tracks get the best response from the crowd, with classics like The Horned Goddess, Freya and Maiden, Mother and Crone soaring over the now heaving crowd with Sabbath-esque style and doomier undertones. The set closes with one of my personal favourites, the epic Dying Earth from the 2012 release Apocryphon, followed by an encore of Suffer No Fools from the new album, and leaving us finally with Arrows In the Dark from Warp Riders. There's no grand exit, no stage antics. The Sword have come to the Underworld tonight to do what they do best, to play a lot of really good music.

In addition to the aforementioned downtuning and half beats displayed by Hang The Bastard, I also love a band who sound really tight live. There's something about technical brilliance and pinpoint rhythm that gets me screwing up my face into something resembling a contorted gargoyle. It's my own form of heartfelt appreciation. And tonight's set was chock full of technical brilliance and pinpoint rhythm. OK, so the Sword might not be the most charismatic band on the planet, but when they sound like this, I really don't care. This is straight up, Southern American rock at its finest.

http://www.hangthebastard.co.uk/
http://theswordofficial.com/

I still forgot to take any pictures though. Next time.