(((O))) Category: Live
Tim Forster previews next month’s Punk 4 The Homeless benefit gig in Norwich.
…the set swayed between death metal and doom right along to some crust-punk and grind-infused noise that not many bands can pull off, certainly not to the level that Vallenfyre do.
A big event that is sustaining itself, putting up a stage for lots of jobbing UK bands, and pulling in an honourable selection of big, extreme international players. . . Get Mammothed!
Jørgen Munkeby is a captivating presence on stage throughout, juggling guitar and sax duties effortlessly. . . Even though it starts slowly, at its peak, it’s one of the most bonkers parties you’ve ever been to. . .
Paul drawls a few lines then the crowd whoops as the band set off on another bloody massive choogle. . . Ladies are dancing, arms are waved, beers are chugged, but mostly it’s a slow, hypnotic group frug, don’t pee on my rug, dude-tastic rocking hoe down.
I rolled up my trouser legs and got stuck in. Under an hour later I am soaked through in the chemical sweat of a dozen half-naked Welsh lads, and no it’s not a chemsex party, it’s Cattle Decapitation smashdown time.
Prong may have been at their commercial peak over twenty years ago, but creatively and performance wise, they are arguably at that point now.
Michael Nash watched Brontide go out for the very last time. . .
. . . it was the second half of the show that got everyone going. A medley of tracks from debut album Do Or Die, followed by a special version of ‘You’ll Never Walk Alone’ (again linked famously with Liverpool) that nearly brought the house down.
An evening of otherworldly voyages, preceded by some experimental hip hop and loud, obscene noise rock.
The curation at Be Prog! My Friend is as unique as the setting – in 2015 Be Prog! famously married Meshuggah and Camel. This year, challenging music is placed at the heart of a left-of-centre progressive bill. . .
Eclectic riffs galore by Lionize, Limb, and Gevaudan, at Camden’s Our Black Heart.
Riverside set out to curate a collective musical and emotional catharsis. They achieve this emphatically.
Green Man is certainly not a Glastonbury or a Bestival in turns of scope and sheer size, yet I am hoping that it can provide the intimacy of a smaller festival alongside the atmosphere of a larger one.
…an enthusiastic crowd… seeing some of the finest proponents of each of their respective scenes.
Really difficult to pick highlights as it was all so full on and they (Napalm Death) are almost peerless amongst their contemporaries as a live band.
Tech Fest’s Sunday brought The Pink Panther, a silent wall of death, and whatever the fuck a xylosynth is. . .
Whether we’re talking about Neurosis, Converge or Amenra, time bears no mark on legacies destined to remain unmatched.
Tech Fest’s Saturday featured the battle of the century, waltzing, and far too many amazing bands bidding farewell.
Tech Fest’s Friday brought Rick Sanchez impressions, sweltering heat, and several death metal titans…
Radar Men from the Moon… carry on with the ferocious assault in a completely new and immense set with an intensity I’ve rarely witnessed. In fact, the first three songs were so new, none of them have been given a title as they were only finished a couple of weeks previously!