We arrived at a packed out Boston Rooms or as it is nowadays Downstairs at The Dome just after Jools hit the stage, by the time we got to the bar they were singing about being Tainted and sounding like an 90's alternative metal band, after a short introduction, the 6 piece flew into a song about Fucked Up Pleasures that had a feeling, like they wanted to do some penance, while still doing all the bad things, grinding guitars and heavy drumming helped get the point across.
Kate Price made a bit of a speech about making sure we all respect women and make sure gigs like this are a safe space, where they won't get leered at, groped or worse, 97% is a bile filled rant against male toxicity, that was somewhere between Jale and Cowboys In Hell era Pantera the brutal guitar made the point eloquently.
They then changed things up with a party anthem that was introduced with a yell of Let's Do This People by Mitch Gordon and contained a good few invocations to make Some Fucking Noise, who were we to argue with those sentiments.
Mitch then told us his dad had died a week ago, but that we shouldn't be sad about it, his dad was a junkie who got to the end of the road, he introduced Dunoon a song about growing up surrounded by too much junkie business. That was followed by recent single Limerance that had some great grinding guitars before they closed with the brutal danger of FKA while thanking Hassle records for signing them and putting out the bands debut album Violent Delights next month.
After the break Dead Pioneers came on to the sounds of A.I.M. that as the war cries got more intense went into Po$t American with Greg Deal hunched over and starting his stream of invective rap, about how he wants to be in a Po$t American world, while Josh Rivera and Abe Brennan's bludgeoned us with harsh riffing guitars. My Spirit Animal Ate Your Spirit Animal allowed Gregg to make clear how Native Americans really have nothing left to lose, almost everything has been stolen by the white devils.
Gregg having welcomed us to the gig explained that the band came out of his work as a spoken word poet for the last 20 years, he read No One Owns Anything And Death Is Real the band were very restrained adding almost ambient textures before they exploded into Mythical Cowboys that takes aim at John Wayne and others in the awful depiction of the invading murderers as the good guys, he also had a pop at poor old Jamiroquai.
For obvious reasons The Caucasity was a central part of the set, it seesawed between spoken word poetry and heavy hitting bass and drums, with those twin guitars adding all the hate they need, for the stupidity of certain white folks. Juicy Fruit was as close as they came to sounding like the Disposable Heroes Of Hiphoprisy while finally the pit exploded and loads of people sang along to the chorus.
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Fire & Ash kept the pit going while the invective was crushed into our heads for a need to really change who runs things. They went back to the debut album for a brutish hardcore rampage through Tired as Gregg listed all the daily insults and travails of being Native American in the 21st century.
We Were Punk First had one of the maddest pits of the night, claims for who the first punks were, who had the first Mohicans were discussed. Not certain what the poem about Corporate grift was called but it made some clear points.
I think Bloodletting Carnival was next a bitter nasty screed for the need to Riot and free yourself from the white man's yolk. Be Mad sums up most people these days, how can you not be angry at how things are in the 2020's.
Pixar and other trickery were then dissed in ways that needed hardcore guitars giving way to subtler sounds in time for The Punchline to really make clear just how badly mistreated minorities like the ethnically cleansed original nations really are.
Gregg then told us about his Heart Attack in another poem set to meandering post prog guitar from Josh Rivera, who looked like he was channelling Geraldo. White Minority is a bad ass look at how people with all the power behave like they are the put upon minority. STFU was taut short sharp hardcore blast. I guess they closed with You First? That guaranteed the room went nuts for an encore.
Gregg came back out and opened the encore by reciting White Whine that explains every instance of racism they have ever felt against them always came from White people, the rest of the bad started to add texture to the poem, it went into Doom Indian I think, before they closed with a monumental version of Bad Indian that made everyone I spoke to afterwards happy they got to see Dead Pioneers first London show and probably the last one they will play in a venue this small.
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