• Gallows share the love at Hastings on Valentine's

    15. Feb. 2010, 20:28

    Sun 14 Feb – Gallows +Guests @ The Crypt, Hastings.
    A lovely so-cold-your-feet-might-as-well-be-frozen day meets with a punk rock filled night in a little venue called The Crypt no less than a minute away from Hastings train station. It's no wonder why fans are eager to get into the hidden door as they shiver and line up outside, a constant drivel of "oh my god it's cold" and "aaah I'm cold" and the occasional "the insides of my testicles are frozen" escape from the mouths of hardcore kids, emo kids, punker kids, punker dads, whatever,you'd be surprised the security guards hadn't told em to shut up. Nevertheless, the night turned out to be too hot rather than too cold at the end. partially because you couldn't take a pint out of the "over 18" zone and partially the warm up to the infamous Gallows had already heated the venue up to a sunny tropical temperature. From the poppy roots of happy-jumpy band Sharks playing their The King Blues style punk rock with a certain sharp-tipped-shark-toothed angry spike to it, heads were nodding along and fans soon forgot about the cold weather and were jumping along to Blackhole, with the brother of Frank Carter following in his footsteps and not-so-angrily fronting his own band (aw, aint it sweet, they're touring together. Mum's only on the seats reading a magazine while the boys have their fun with their microphones.), Blackhole fuelled the crowd with angry southern boogie-riffs and intense sharp treble-heavy vocals, there were hardcore kids dancing and jumping everywhere by their last song. A very tight band, with a very tight crowd. Concluding with a good night in the "stay angry" sort of way, the crowd was already well pumped and hyped up with a lot of Black Flag and The Exploited played by the venue sound man, the crowd cheers and oi's as the lights dim and the music dies down for a nice intrumentally intro to The Riverbed so Frank could ready himself for the brutality of the crowd that spontaneously showed up, the band certainly got the crowd moving and shouting and jumping about the tiny room, playing favourites like Leeches and Come Friendly Bombs, doing the predictable inevitable approach to London Is the Reason by changing the lyrics to "Hastings Is The Reason", and of course, playing their well known songs In the Belly of a Shark and offering non-alcoholic drinks to girls by proposing his name was Casanova in an Orchestra of Wolves, you generally get the idea of how the night was. Messy, fun, jumpy, shouty, fisty, aaarrrrgh, that kind of thing.

    5/5 - Considering it was in a small room underneath the main road in Hastings, it was a really good night, and they played especially well. Nice to know they feel so happy about valantines day.

  • Spy Catcher @ Tunbridge Wells Forum

    24. Jan. 2010, 19:15

    Saturday, 23rd January 2010/Together, We Fight - Chain St. + 4th - Feed the Rhino - The Painted Smiles - Spy Catcher/ Rock

    For six pounds, I’d have to say tonight was a bargain for the forum-goers.


    Filling the irregular polygon-shaped space like loose grains of sand in a storm, they watched and nodded their heads as Maidstone locals Together, We Fight showcased their blend of positive A Day to Remember/New Found Glory, you could tell these guys listened to Good Clean Fun. Next, local noise crew Chain St. And 4th present their set that could remind one of an earlier version of Converge: Interesting combinations of bass riffs, tearing guitar and sustained vocals jammed with sharp spiky shouts in between. After that, Feed the Rhino came on with a monster of a set. Throwing us into a mix of Every Time I Die, I Hate Sally and The Chariot, super groovy riffs mixed with smashing, fierce in your face vocals filled the venue and got a few of the crowd bopping along. By the end of the set, the audience was very heated up for The Painted Smiles: A band somewhere between An Albatross and The Dillinger Escape Plan - Math Metal with a somewhat circus-y punk-jumpy feel, with complex timings, complex riffs and complex emotions, you could see how passionate the singer was and the effort he was putting as he shouted and sang. Brilliant stuff. After all that, the crowd chilled out to Spy Catcher - Imagine swimming in the pacific ocean on a really sunny day, and you and your mates are having a blast of a time. That’s what this music feels like it’s the soundtrack to - Foo Fighters sounding happy, party rock. Frontman Steve was an interesting character on stage - Although the words sound like they’re shouted into the microphone, you could make out high and low notes perfectly over melodic sustained chords on the guitar and rushing bass lines.

    5/5- A once in a blue moon show, of course the night would be brilliant - most of the musicians there are top class. The Painted Smiles have members of Johnny Truant, Sikth, and an ex-Nine Inch Nails member, whilst Spy Catcher has members of Gallows, The Legacy, Haunts and Cry For Silence. A grade A* night from the Tunbridge Wells Forum.
  • Every Time ETID play a show in London, shit just gets real.

    22. Dez. 2009, 19:44

    Mon 21 Dec – Every Time I Die, Maylene and the Sons of Disaster

    Nobody would suspect that in a little venue called The Borderline tucked away off Manette Street near Soho would be host to probably one of the most intense nights of December. The last night of their UK Tour, Maylene and the Sons of Disaster and Every Time I Die tear the place to shreds.

    Curiously, there were only two bands on show here: The already famous Maylene And The Sons Of Disaster supporting the very very famous Every Time I Die. It had turned into a somewhat battle of the beards, with Maylene's Touring Vocalist Schuylar Croom filling in for Dallas Taylor sporting a huge black frizzle and ETID's Keith Buckley wearing a nice tame stubble-fest. Beards aside, both MATSOD and ETID did a very good job, Maylene heats the crowd up with their blend of southern, hill-billy rock and metal, thrashing the crowds round with most anticipated tunes such as Darkest Of Kin and the new-fangled Listen Close. By the time MATSOD had finished, everyone was all ready for Every Time I Die, coming in with the opener Roman Holiday for their new album New Junk Aesthetic, then blasting into crowd favourites from the likes of Gutter Phenomenon's Apocalypse Now and Then and The New Black to the aforementioned new album's Who Invited The Russian Soldier?. Ending at about 10ish and starting at 8, the band figured it was way too early to call it a night and got on stage for an encore to play must-plays Wanderlust and fan favourite Kill The Music.

    5/5
    Bodies flying everywhere, dancefloor filled with stompers, ETID certainly knew how to bring the party to town.

    EDIT: Thanks andiemiasma for pointing out that it wasn't in fact Dallas Taylor on vocals, it was indeed Schuylar Croom from He Is Legend. Heh, shows how much I pay attention to the finer details...
  • Rage Against The Record Label; Buying the single will just prove you're a muppet.

    19. Dez. 2009, 21:55

    So here’s the deal about this “Rage against the X.Factor” thing. Yes, I know making a blog about it will only increase publicity in the issue, therefore impacting psychological marketing, making people impulse buy either Joe mcwhatever’s single or RATM’s “Killing In The Name Of”.

    But that’s the whole point, isn’t it? I can guarantee you - Jon or Tracy Morter or even both will have a link so Sony, regardless of what they say. Do you think money raised for Shelter will REALLY go to Shelter?

    Get real, guys. it’s just a pathetic and money-hungry ploy to ensnare your weak sensitivities to buy a song. Hell, even the glorious Lady Gaga’s had her links with Sony - Hell, she’s even written music for Britney Spears, who is signed to Jive records who is under…yes, you guessed right, Sony BMG.oh, btw, Sony owns part of lady gaga's material already.

    I’m not saying I’m right. Maybe Sony doesn’t have anything to do with this. But the real deal is this: if it’s not Sony, it’s UMG. If it’s not UMG, it’s probably another label giant. And if it’s not a corporate trying to make money,then Britain is just filled with mindless zombies doing something someone told you to.

    How about this: Do you ever normally buy singles/albums at Christmas? Aside from Christmas presents, that is. Would you buy yourself a single, an album, or even a digital track unless reminded to by a record company?

    I haven’t. Then again, it is argued that you could have because you don’t already own the song, like what you hear on the radio/ wherever, and want to own the song yourself, yes, it’s fair.

    But how many of you already own RATM’s Killing In The Name Of? If you buy the song whilst you already own in, then wouldn’t it defeat the previous point stated?

    Narrowed down, I can’t think of any other reason that’d leave you with. But it’s your choice: whoever wins the chart, Sony gets your money, you’ll think you’ve “stood for a cause”, and it’ll happen again the next year despite you already proving your cause the previous year.

    Here’s the thing: If you care about Shelter, go to Shelter yourself and make sure that the money goes to helping the homeless. Don’t just sit at home and think it’s going to help.

    Here’s thing number two: Why don’t you make a real stand and buy whatever you want, but don’t be an idiot and buy something you already have. It’s like buying two Christmas cards for the same person: and that person is Mr. Sony.

    Me? Personally, I’m not all that fussed. For one thing, I don’t watch X-Factor, it’s rubbish. For another, I already have RATM’s self titled album. I never really listen to something just because it’s in the charts and for the last, I’m not a brainless tool.

    Then again, by the time people have realised, it’ll be too late. Either Joe McEdknobs or Rage Against The Machine have won the charts, Sony will cash in and you’ll feel like a tit.
  • Madball Does Tunbridge Wells Forum!

    3. Dez. 2009, 20:56

    Tue 1 Dec – Madball SHOW MOVED TO TUNBRIDGE WELLS FORUM

    It's a bloody cold Tuesday night, and the Tunbridge Wells forum is packed with what seems like about 130 odd Londoners. Why, you may ask, would such a gathering occur in the midst of a dark, quiet valley of southern England? Fellow reader, The opening tour of New York City hardcore band Madball's UK Tour is huge news, and travellers from nearby vicinity have no doubt flocked to catch the madness of the first night in England.

    Tunbridge Wells Forum, the local stomping ground, has always been the roughest and toughest lair of beasts, regardless of how dull the air surrounding the vicinity is. This night was about to get even tougher, I could almost feel the amount of punching that was likely to befall the air of the Forum with the many chequered shirts, 90 degree baseball caps with hoods on and stubbly chins. The night was called to attention by the first band, NeverXAgain.


    First impressions didn't really move anyone in the crowd. A few heads nodding along, you could tell that the band were really trying hard to make their first step to hardcore stardom opening for a very big American band. Well, if the band aimed for crowd interaction, I don't think throwing a mic stand into the audience would be the way to do it. The music itself wasn't bad, but then again, it was "nothing spectacular", quoth my good friend next to me at the time. Well, it wasn't compared to the onslaught of bands, and the next one certainly did slaughter:



    Santa Karla is a band that I'd been itching to see again. Good enough to persuade me to buy a t-shirt the first time I saw them, they opened with a sharp scream into the crowd and got a few bodies bopping along and a few guys dancing. Playing with the edge that they had when I saw them at a Canterbury hardcore festival, their intense clashy chords and beefy riffs ripped through their set. Very nice.

    Next up, thrashy fast-y feirce kids Hang the Bastard were up.



    It was undoubtedly very heated up at this point. The boys in the crowd were going nuts in front of a vocalist spitting, screaming, shouting and jumping like mad around the stage, while sweat and water splashed everywhere. The band was able to set their moments right as well; keeping excellent time, their signature sludgier moments of their aggressive thrashy chord-filled songs slowed the crowd down when they needed a break, and then when the drummer picked up the speed, the crowd came bursting out again.

    I don't even know how to begin to introduce Medway hardcore heroes Pay No Respect. From their opening "Pay no respect" intro, right through to the end of their set, I was ready to go nuts. Of course, going nuts at this band, the previous two and the one after meant a hefty price on my neck and back muscles, but I did it anyway.

    From start to finish, the crowd was going mental. the sheer brutality of the songs ensued people throwing fists, feet, plastic cups and sweat in the air, much like a game of British Bulldog in a moderately sized pub.

    Next, up stepped hardcore legends Madball. Most of hardcore punk is owed by these guys, so it is only fair to have a dramatic intro, backs turned, a single snare hit and the singer jumps into the air, shouting his lungs out, followed by harsh chugged guitars. And the crowd goes wild.


    Timeless classics were played, like For My Enemies, Para Mi Gente, It's My Life, and of course, the allmighty Heavenhell, during which I proceeded to encourage a circle-pit-enthusiast, starting probably the beastliest pit of the month. Ending with a favourite and classic Pride, the band relentlessly finished off the Forum with a good-night and thank-you that was unlikely to be forgotten.


    Every second of this night was thoroughly enjoyable, right from the hardcore appetite-wetting NeverXAgain to giants and legends Madball. The following seconds after the night, however, was thoroughly not enjoyable, as every muscle in my body proceeded to tighten up and cause me pain for the next two days.
  • "]It's Not The End Of The World - EP" Gives the word 'Dark' a new meaning

    11. Okt. 2009, 19:18


    The release of the new Lostprophets EP came as a bit of a shock to me, with a radio edit of the new song “It’s Not The End Of The World”, the full version of the same song and plus a bonus song “AC Ricochet”.

    Reflecting Mr. Watkin’s own words on new material sounding ‘darker’ than the last album, the cover depicts the band standing in a dark setting, faces half-shrouded in mystery. I got the impression by the cover that it’d feature baritone wind instruments, eerie vibes and ghostly calls by frontman Ian Watkins.

    Lyrically, it’s dark, yes, with catchy lines in songs such as “It’s not the end of the world now darling, but I can see it from here”, “Pull the trigger, walk away”. You get the feel that Ian’s expressing somewhat disappointment and sympathy for a particular someone. Repetition of lines appearing in the song “Ac Ricochet” building towards a huge chorus make for a catchy tune to be singing while sitting on the train or waiting for the bus.

    Sound-wise, it seems that I got a different perception of what he meant “dark” by. While the songs do instil some a feeling of mystery, eerily ringing up those high notes in an off-beat, the songs still have a feeling of Liberation Transmission, “Ac Ricochet” bearing resemblance to the structure and melody of “4AM:Forever” and “The New Transmission”, guitars are still crunchy but express ‘dark’ in a more Celine Dion way, how you’d expect a piano to play in a minor scale. Still, you can hear that the band has certainly progressed, taking a more harmonic direction from their previous album. Needless to say, Ian’s voice has improved greatly and he doesn’t spare any effort in hitting high notes in all the best possible places, while guitars and keys sync to synth and barre chords on the high strings, giving a melodic feel that it’d best be played while watching the titanic sink or watching the world collapse. Nevertheless, the band never feels to convey a powerful feel in the songs.
  • Misery Signals signal no misery but carnage to the Underworld

    3. Okt. 2009, 0:20

    Wed 30 Sep – Misery Signals, The Number Twelve Looks Like You, Your Demise, Break The Sky

    Most people see a Wednesday night as a night that's slap bang in the middle of the week - Some people look forward to it and start drinking early, some people dread the second half of the week ahead looking at their workload, some people anticipate the pending weekend and some people like to spend it at a cosy venue just a minute away from Camden Underground station in London.

    For those that enjoy the last of what I've mentioned, guests are privileged with seeing Break The Sky, The Number 12 Looks Like You, Your Demise and Misery Signals play a spectacular, fist pumping set in the Camden Underground. With a bar and seats right next to the entrance, visitors can enjoy their pint without fear of it getting spilled, while some stairs through a nearby doorway leads you into a central "pit" used for spectating the bands play.

    First up was a band that looked like they were a part of the tight-bonded audience that had come to express the crowd's eagerness and served to pump up the atmosphere. These were Break The Sky.

    Although this was only the beginning of the night, these guys were not afraid to jump into the deep end. I had only just recently discovered via Break The Sky's Last.fm Description that they were only re-forming for this gig to play and support the night. That fact proved that these musicians are indeed, a nostalgic group where talent would flood right back to their veins at a chance, as they certainly did play with talent, and feeling. I hadn't heard of Break The Sky Before, but it seemed that the local younguns did; they were screaming, shouting, and singing along, many of them dancing in the crowd. As I watched from the stairs, I saw many heads nodding, many faces screaming along with the singer, and a lot of sweat. Actually, something funny popped up when I was looking through the photos I took of Break The Sky:

    I'm so happy to see his deepest feelings. Awww.


    Break The Sky played without fear of being unrecognised. From my point of view, the look of their faces said that the music they played would mean something to themselves, the crowd, and will pour energy into the venue, enough to get everyone pumped up for the next band.

    Which was just what the audience wanted, needed and got, because for a hardcore gig, The Number 12 Looks Like You isn't the best suited style for the night. Then again, they had a lot of fans at the gig, with heads nodding along, one particular fan in a slipknot shirt thrashing her head away. Seeing this, I saw that diversity among the fans is really important to a gig, after all, what do they go for?
    The Number 12 Looks Like You really showed they were enjoying themselves, with the lead singer thanking and gracing the stage with his catchy screaming, hair running everywhere.

    The band played relentlessly, with little need for a break. And when they did come to a point where they did a calmer song, the singer took a few minutes to sit down and sing his little skinny heart out.

    I stood in front of the guitarist for the band mostly, the fact that people were going mental in the middle meant that I couldn't get any decent shots, but I'm glad I did, because man, this guy is such an excellent guitarist. First of all, I was impressed that he was playing a 7 string so well:

    damn, just looking at the picture of his guitar makes me melt

    but pictures aside, if you were there, I assure you that hearing him play would be mindblowing. Tremelo palm mute-shreddings, dancing around in weird 5th, 9th, 7th, 99th chord shapes, running and skipping along god knows how many scales, all in a flash, squeals included, made my jaw drop with an "oh-my-god-that's-awesome" look. He even felt the need to show off a clean-tone 5 minute slap experience with his seven string. But man, watching him play was so inspirational. Just the look of intensity in his face, you could see the intensity would rush down from his brain, to his arms, fingertips, and eventually through the amp. Using a combination of clean tones and crazy constructed rushes of distortion, The Number 12 Looks Like You made the crowd laugh, sway, jump, and go fucking nuts. Watching these guys reminded me of Between the Buried and Me, with weird prog-math-super-technicality in their riffs, structures, and sudden spasms of energy and solos.



    Next up was a band that I've always wanted to see, and had been waiting a very long time to see, this was Your Demise.
    A four piece band from Hertfordshire, this band was and is always known to me as pure aggression.

    Bursting with energy, the lead singer Ed (formerly of Centurion, he joined just after the previous singer George recorded the latest album Ignorance Never Dies) screams into the crowd, reminding people of the pure anger the band is about, the pure anger shown in songs such as Burnt Tongues, Nothing Left But Regret and the infamous Blood Stays On The Blade. The band played fearlessly, Ed growling and shouting into the microphone (which came off the lead about five times - get it fixed, man!) and jumping all over the stage.

    Guitars crunching, bass thumping, drums smashing, Your Demise delivered a set that could send our likely bunch of lads demolishing the place. thankfully, things didn't get too out of hand.

    The next band, who I've heard of, but not heard from, was Misery Signals. The crowd were proper hyped up by this point, and ready for anything. No surprise when an intro of crushing palm-chugga-chugga riff sends the hardcore dancers flaying and flying into the middle of our makeshift arena.


    I never heard any Misery Signals before, but they already have a wide following. Within seconds of their brutal set was the stage filled with fans, diving into the sea of fists. What crazy youth, eh.

    Misery Signals certainly made an impression on the Camden Underworld audience. throughout the whole set, there wasn't a single head that was still, a single fist not pumped, a single foot unmoved. Without a doubt, Misery Signals played like they meant it, which they probably did, mentioning on stage that it was the last date of the weight of the world tour ("no it aint!" shouts some joker at the back). Pulsing palm mutes, catchy lead riffs and mesmerizing rhythm, The band ended the night by bringing the whole crowd to a jump and dance, fists flying everywhere.

    I have to say, the night was one sweaty night. You could feel the heat coming off the centre of the room, that's how much people sweated from the hype, dancing, and that's how much energy a band puts into their fans to know that they're decent.
  • T. Mills: The man who will start the apocalypse.

    27. Sep. 2009, 14:39


    What the fuck is this? it seems that myspace has really gone to the sewers, rotting minds away with it, seeing as they are advertising this filth. I have a couple of things to say to myspace and Mr. Mills and all of the ridiculous followers he herds around.

    1. The advert said "We don't know why, but this kid is going to be big."
    You don't know why someone's going the be famous, so you just put their face up? Myspace staff, you really should consider how to cover up the fact that someone's paid you to write a headline.

    2. Myspace, are you condoning drug use now? You're advertising that has a heart made out of weed and a marijuana leaf on their site, not to mention you're sucking his arse.

    3. I thought "Hang on, their actually might be a bit of talent in this guy seeing as he is a musician". When I clicked that picture of his face 'just to be curious', I was expecting to see some pathetic scene cunt that expects the internet world to treat him like royalty. Well, actually, when you strip away the "music", that's what I can see him as. But really, it sounds terrible. it's messy, it's all over the place, and his voice is as boring as watching paint dry in a sauna.

    4. I said the music's terrible, but maybe people listen to this rubbish because of the lyrics, which just goes to show, Myspace, do you actually want the ultimate destruction of today's youth's minds? I clicked on the first song, and was introduced by a really shit sounding drum followed by the words "I was never meant to work,but I was meant to make money". Er, hello? Dipshit? How the hell can someone even think of putting this shit out? I mean, for every ten teenagers that listen to this, 3 of them must have brains left. One of the lines in the song is "Oh no, I'm about to go in again, chillin in a room with 7 white women.", in the same fashion as the introductory line, the outro of the song repeats "I don't even need a band to get hot girls to fuck me."
    This guy. Really makes me want to train for a gun license and buy a golden desert eagle just for the sole purpose of shooting this guy through the tongue, in the throat, through his voice box, diaphragm and in the genitals so he may never talk a word ever again, and even better still, never mention "rich girls" or "bitchez".
    Why all the rage? "I don't even need a band to get hot girls to fuck me". I'm passionate about bands. I'm passionate about the teamwork in it, I'm passionate about the fact that the guys in the band connect to make one piece of music. And most of all, I'm passionate about why guys in a band are in a band. No, not getting hot girls to fuck them. wrong answer, Mr. Mills, and your reward is disappointment, disgust, repulsion, and a sickly feeling in my stomache that can guarantee him last night's beer passed through me into his throat.

    Tell me,why the hell has this kind of thing taken to fame? Are the minds of today's youth dwindling down into beer, sex, drugs and....er...sex? According to this guy, nothing ever matters about life, except these two "essential" factors. And it doesn't look like he's afraid to show it, either, The top banner of his page is pictures of him, him, him, and him drinking and grabbing girls.

    How up yourself can you get? To top it off, the headline writes "I didn't even have to kiss her..."

    How is this man honestly expecting to find a steady relationship with that kind of attitude? And what's worse is that Myspace makes him look like some kind of role model, it's like they're holding up a huge poster telling "Hey you, male adolescence, in the name of being cool and in the name of music, treat girls like dirt and act like a total arsehole". Obviously, Myspace seems to find no shame in leading today's generation into a dwindling hole of STIs and pumped livers.


    Myspace, shame on you. There are about 58 million people using Myspace, and you're prepared to rot away about 80% of their lives, condemning them into a life of liver disease, alcohol poisoning, crabs, AIDS and every other form of sexually transmitted disease. Myspace is prepared to drive kids of today away from having a reputable lifestyle. Myspace, you should really look through the money that's been put in front of your eyes. People may not want real talent anymore, but that's only because it hasn't been discovered. There's an opportunity in the market there. How about, you set an example that DOESN'T revolve around arrogance, sex, drugs, and alcohol? How about setting a respectable example?

    I'm 18. I'm still a teenager. true, it's the individual's choice weather to be influenced by this kind of thing, but when you're 14 and you're trying to fit in all the craze, you click on this and you think "Hang on a minute, this is all pimped up and he's going thousands of friends, I bet kind of thing is really cool".

    Just think what you're leading kids into, myspace. And you, Mr. Mills, need a serious think. You're influencing kids to take drugs, fuck around and get drunk all the time. You want kids to live like that? You sick fuck.
  • Metal Vs. Cancer - Alex's last gig with Lycan's Blood - for charity!

    17. Sep. 2009, 21:59

    It's a quiet Sunday night, and it's the last gig that Alex will play with Lycan's Blood before he jets off to uni. But I certainly know that it's been a proud time for Alex's guitar career, and you can see that every time he goes on stage.

    Starting off the bands, a band from Wales came all the way down for the nights cause, both because it was for charity and for Alex. This band was called Annwn.

    The fact that they come down all the way from Wales to play a charity gig was something to be applauded for. Heavily Celtic/folk influenced, Annwn played both songs to sooth your heart and to headbang your face off to. They played all their songs on their Myspace, with sing along songs like "Mountain's Sunrise", finishing off with the pirate-friendly song "Broken Sword".

    AAAH-LED PASHH-LEE FRUM WAYY-ELLLSSS
    Overall, I'm impressed with this band.


    Next, it was a band that I've always known was around but never actually got round to seeing - My schoolmate's band, Prophecies Of A New Man.

    I've always wanted to see how Dave and Matt's school band had turned out, and two words clarify what I have to say: Pretty funky. Jazzy bass, Funk chords on guitar, and very oddly enough but catchy, singy-screamy vocals. Coincidently, it was Dave's last time playing on stage with his band before he shoots to uni as well. He was so drunk.

    It was something to groove to. I don't know why most people where outside smoking, because they were missing a lot of moves from my friend Ollie, which goes to show how groovy they were. The guitar licks were very interesting, ranging from those reminding me of Funeral for a Friend, and quick funk chords reminding me of the style Red Hot Chilli Peppers play.


    And at last, came the final band, the beloved Lycan's Blood that everyone's going to miss.

    But hell, for Alex, the band put in the best effort tonight out of all the times I've seen them, and that's especially Alex.

    The band put on an absolutely amazing show, and I safely say, it's the best one I've seen so far. Wiggles jumps around on stage, jumps onto the floor, jumps around on the floor, Jem, Alex and Rob swing their guitars as heavily as the music gets and Phil thrashes his head round like there's no tomorrow.


    For a leaving gig, the bands had put on an awesome set and an even awesomer performance. Kudos to Annwyn for coming all the way from Wales to play for charity and for Alex, and kudos for the other two bands for putting on the best show for charity I've seen yet.

    WIGGLES BOH.

    Alex and Dave, we'll miss you. A lot. Come down from uni to play again with the band some time, for old time's sake, eh?
  • Stables Final @ Tunbridge Wells Forum - Amazing performances, but only one…

    27. Aug. 2009, 23:35

    21st August 2009 - Stables Grand Final @ Tunbridge Wells Forum

    Friday night at the Tunbridge Wells Forum proved a heated night.

    Amongst the many of 72 bands entered, six very hard working bands got a well deserved place in the the Stables Grand Finale. These were Gokkun,Racheals Got A Flamethrower,Lycan's Blood,How Soon? Sweet Achilles,The Genius Club and Clockwork.

    I had only attempted to write this review on the saturday, in which I had come from yet another night at the forum to catch Lycan's Blood with a free pass I obtained from the previous night at the Forum.

    Anyway, enough babbling.

    The first band were How Soon? Sweet Achilles. A metal band hailing from Sussex, they choose to experiment with two bassists. interesting. Anyway, I didn't get to see much of them because I was having a fag outside and missed most of them but I could tell from when I stepped in and from what I could hear outside that they were quite an intricate band - both bassists tapping the shit out of their guitar, the drummer changing beats every few bars, and the guitar passing through intense and soft moments altogether. No pictures in this one, but I could understand why they got a place in the grand final, the band was so interesting to see how the music was put together.

    Next up; it was a band that I always enjoyed seeing:
    Gokkun.

    I've already seen these guys twice, and I didn't want to miss seeing these guys the second time. As always, these boys always put their utmost effort into playing on stage, although the sound on the mic was a bit on the damp side, you could see the amount of effort Fraz throws into the microphone when Gokkun play:

    I loved it. although there were a few songs I didn't recognise, I still had the same feeling that I had when I saw them for the first time: energy poured through my ears, fuelling my thoughts, fuelling my muscles, telling me to move, no matter how much of a spastic I look, just move. I just loved every minute of Gokkun, and I couldn't expect less of them.


    Next up was Racheal's Got A Flamethrower.

    Now these guys are absolutely brilliant. Opening with a nice crunchy riff, they graced the stage with jumps, screams, and sweat. I think by the time Gokkun was finished, the whole crowd was ready to move, and by god, Racheal's got them moving.
    And I'm glad to see the relationship between RGAF and Lycan's Blood is still strong, as we all caught Kev wearing a Lycan's Blood shirt made by Gem:

    (pictures of rgaf are from Ania's Facebook- hope she doesn't mind, thanks Ania! I was having too much fun to take pictures. Oh, and I got carried away and smashed my face into a speaker monitor. I still have the scar now.)

    After that, came on a band that, as a friend of the band, I'm really, really proud of.
    This band is known as Lycan's Blood

    Sorry about callum hogging the front of the picture, fans these days are ever so loyal.
    But my god. Tonight, Lycan's Blood were a band to be reckoned with. They gave it their all, starting with Hangman's Pride, Wiggles bellows into the mic, the rest of the band thrashing and squeeling like there's no tomorrow. With this performance, Lycan newbies would surely know that they are the beast of all bands tonight. They would also be able to tell that this band knows how to do their job, enjoys doing it, and would give their all to do it time after time. Even as I saw them on Saturday, when there weren't many people around, the band still do an amazing job, jumping down from the stage, thrashing their heads and playing with determination that only the best show.
    I can honestly say that all of the members of Lycan's Blood played their bestest, hardest, brutalist that they've ever played.

    Gem, being the gem that she is, always puts her best effort into keeping the rhythm tight, heavy, and does a really good job of harmonising very well put together solos with alex:

    Alex is an exceptional guitarist. I really do look up to his stage playing for inspiration. but I can only hope that I'll be as good as him someday.

    Aaaaah Wiggles. Who let this beast into the forum? seriously, I mean, once he grabs the microphone, his bandmates play the music, he opens his gob and ALL HELL LETS LOOSE. This guy surely knows how to get the crowd going. And we all love him. Very much. Wiggles has to be one of the most iconic frontmen in Kent. He knows how to stir it up, he knows how to get things moving, and he certainly knows how to talk to a good hundred people listening to his band, if not more. Matthew Clarke, we salute you.
    Although I didn't get any pictures Phil, you can picture him on the night as throwing his head around, keeping tight beats like there's no tomorrow, the little drum monkey he is. He IS what makes that double bass beats fit in with the songs so nicely. Good job Hutchins.
    Concluding Hangman's Pride, they played a tighter, newer and heavier song called "Ale Slaughter", which I actually loved. it's got heavy, it's got brutal, it's got lightening guitar, it's got thumping bass, I love. After that they did the old "everybody join in" with Black Lung, Incoming and the infamous, rushy song Pyramid Head. Loved every minute of it.
    Concluding that, here's a nice photo of em:

    Tibbs is missing from this picture, silly Tibbs. But alas, he did do a very good job, cheering on the crowd, cheering on wiggles, and cheering on his bass like it was a weapon of godly power. Fucking love those guys.

    And for the final band, it was clockwork.

    To be honest? wasn't my sorta thing. A three piece band including a guitarist who sings, a bassists who fills, and a drummer that keeps nice beats on, they reminded me of the blink 182/ jimmy eat world thing that one starts off in a garage, aaah the nostalgia. still, the guitarist was impressive with his vocals, hitting all the right notes in tune. But still, not really my kind of thing.

    That's all from the Stables Final. All the bands put in a very good effort and I enjoyed the speaker-to-face filled night thoroughly, good laughs, awesome music and very inspiring to see. Racheal's Got A Flamethrower Came first, followed by Genius Club, Gokkun, Lycan's Blood, Howe Soon? Sweet Achilles and Clockwork in that order. all the bands were deserving of the night, and they were very lucky to play it. I'm looking forward to the next stables, and I'm hoping for all the best. Good luck to all the bands entering it!