This was one of those nights where you walk into a venue and immediately feel older than everyone else. Don't worry, this isn't one of those predictable "Don't kids look younger these days" rant, I'm not lamenting the passing of my youth. Although I never thought I'd be one of those unfashioable, aging indie kids propping up the bar, nodding appreciatively. Oh well, such is life.
FICKLE PUBLIC, fucking hell they're loud (eeeeeeee kids these days eh?). And they're hard. But accessible enough so that us non-teenage lot can appreciate it. I mean, it's always great when you leave a venue with your ears bleeding, but I want to put off the use if hearing aid for at least another 30 years yet. Honesty.
The drummer was exceptional, tight as a gnat's backside (note to self: do gnats have backsides?), and the whole sound fitted together like a wonderful, guitar grinding jigsaw puzzle. With their heavy blend of punk and metal, mixed with spasmodic time signatures, dancing with any amount of credibility was out of the question.
What am I talking about? Dancing? Not for me! I know my place, propping up the bar, nodding in time to the music (7/8 apparently. It was hard). They looked the business as well, effortlessly bouncing in time to their tunes, unlike absolutely everybody else.
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The thing is, they're a great young band. And I can appreciate their obvious talent. Just to digress slightly, I have a younger sister who is 13-years-old, is typically the height of teenage fashion and looks slightly "gothic" [as much as our Dad will allow], and she'd love this band - so if my music collection starts to resemble hers (as opposed to the other way round), then I'd need to seriously re-evaluate my life situation.
So I reckon I'm going to continue standing at the bar, drinking my beer, stroking my chin, and probably embarrassing my sister and all her friends (not that they frequent bars, because that would be wrong) - gracefully leaving the rest up to the kids. This is definately their arena...
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