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Dam Funk – Live

Rustie, TokiMonsta, Dimlite, Paper Tiger
Koko
04.09.11

Saturday night at Koko isn’t where you’d normally expect to see such a monster line-up for beat lovers, yet it was in the North London venue that Stones Throw crooner Dam Funk played a headline show ably supported by two of the best DJs around at the moment. Having arrived at the very end of the Paper Tiger [unfortunately not the Paper Tiger of Doomtree fame] set, we caught Dimlite, who dropped numerous heavy beats though many of his off-kilter rhythms found themselves at odds with those on the dancefloor who had trouble trying to figure out just how to move to the tuens they were hearing.

Dam Funk then entered the arena, a black balaclava on his face as he gripped his keytar hard and shouting at the crowd. Backed up by men on the keys and drums, his self-styled funk and soulful renderings brought the swathes of fans out in force and the more he sang, the higher the hands reached for the ceiling. Whilst not the biggest Dam Funk fan in the world, I was still able to appreciate the variety in his delivery, be it angry or laid back and the vibes he took from the crowd were certainly worth being around for.

It was when TokiMonsta stepped onto the stage that things ramped up a little. Her ability to drop glitchy underground tracks next to mainstream rap songs make her sets some of the most fun around and it was no different in Camden. The highlight of the set was Luniz’s I Got Five On It which raised smiles across the dancefloor and on the face of the DJ herself who looked like she was having a great time. It’s a shame the sound at the venue was slightly muddy as it took away from her selections a little, but she rocked it nonetheless.

Rustie was up next and the sound problems seemed well and truly rectified for the Scottish producer. Having just signed to Warp and with a new EP on the way, it was exciting to see what he’d pull out of the bag for this live show and even more exciting when actually hearing the beats. Hearing huge basslines mixed in amongst his cut up bleeps produced serious shocking out moments and if this set is anything to go by, his upcoming releases are going to be absolutely massive.

Abjekt

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Offset Festival – Live

Words and Photography: Caitlin Mogridge

As I packed my bag for one of the last summer festivals of 2010 I started to reflect on what I had seen this summer. This year’s festivals had thrown up a mix of incredible acts, old and new, in the muddy locations we know and love.

But it was time to downsize, chill out and experience Offset – a miniaturized festival in sleepy Hainault Forest.

On arrival I passed some unlikely scenes on a festival site. I had to negotiate Saturday morning dog walkers, families and kite flyers to get my car near any of the action. Everything was running smoothly, and there seemed to be more security than punters at this point. I parked up and checked out the site.

After getting over my initial thought of ‘is this it?’, I realized that a site this small breeds an entirely different kind of festival. I’d estimate tickets sales of about three thousand, meaning there was space to move freely, see bands up close, and have a civilized conversation with the couple on the picnic blanket next to you.

People describe Offset as the festival for people who don’t like festivals, which now I completely understand. The clientele were achingly cool, sporting uniform plaid shirts, vintage jackets, undercuts and expensive sunglasses. The girls in this place looked like they would have a fit if you took their glass of white wine and handed them a pair of wellies and a pack of baby wipes. I guess that’s why the campsite was so tame and nearly empty, everyone voting to go home at night to come back showered and sporting a new vintage outfit the next day.

Although no one is cooler than Pulled Apart By Horses.

But down to the music. Offset had pulled a line-up of great small bands. Perfect for the type who couldn’t be seen to be indulging in the mainstream.

The Saturday lineup was fairly unknown until about 6pm, when Good Shoes took to the stage. Before then were treated to some bizarre sights and sounds, including Japanese metal four-piece, Bo Ningen, whose cult following made for a scary looking audience. The singer wasn’t content with the performance until he had scaled the main stage, climbing through the scaffolding like a rebellious child.

Also on Saturday morning was Invasion, whose music was of a similar style was enough to wake you up from a coma.  Their singer chose to wear a full length wizard’s outfit in Cadbury’s purple. At least it beat the uniform of vintage throw-backs and undercuts.

Good Shoes were a welcome change of scene, and drew the crowds as one of the more established small bands. Although I love these guys, sadly I don’t think they’ll ever be more than a great small band, but that doesn’t stop me going to see them again and again.

Next up was Art Brut, who have been quiet on the festival scene for a couple of years. This didn’t stop people going crazy for them. At one point Eddie launched into the crowd continuing to sing, word perfect, despite being knee deep in trendy London teenagers. Next thing he had tamed the crowd, and they were all sat round his feet bringing a new meaning to an intimate show.

Art Brut taming the hipsters

By the time Mystery Jets came on this tame lot had got their voices back, keen to show their support for the band. Blaine, the world’s most nervous looking front man, charmed the front rows into singing along adoringly.

Their set seemed to fly by, even though they played loads of old stuff, almost all of Twenty One and a few songs from their new album ‘Serotonin’ which came out at the beginning of the summer.  As the most popular name on the line up, the boys definitely didn’t disappoint. They were a perfect headliner for this festival.

Kai Fish of Mystery Jets

On to day two and a band had showed up that I had wanted to meet for a long time, the soon to be massive Pulled Apart By Horses. When this Leeds band took to the stage they apparently broke the laws of physics, I swear guitarist James spent more of the set in mid air than he did on firm ground. Now I can see why the press describe them as a photographer’s wet dream. After their ridiculously energetic performance I caught up with them to have a chat and check out the site facilities before they had to dash off to start a massive UK tour.

Seriously, no one is cooler than Pulled Apart By Horses

After this point the festival seemed to lose it’s way a little, the remaining acts were an eclectic mix and none of them were particularly well known with the younger crowd. However These New Puritans were a highlight for me, they opened with dramatic attention grabbing drum piece of ‘We Want War’, then appeared from a smoke filled stage. It was hypnotic; I don’t understand why these guys aren’t massive considering they have toured with names like Klaxons and the XX.

Jack Barnett of These New Puritans

Overall, some of the shows at this festival were amazing. I saw some bands I had wanted to see all summer, and some I’d seen several times. But I’m still not sure if the boutique festival is for me. I like rough edges, I like mud, I like watching drunk 14 year olds on a campsite falling face first into mud and excrement. To me, that’s part of the attraction, being able to get away, see some bands and act like an absolute animal. But if a time ever came when I thought finding an organic smoothie and some hair spray was more important than seeing a great band, I’d probably shoot myself.

Mystery Jets making the festival their own on Satuday

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RBMA Carnival Party – Live

To many, including myself, Notting Hill Carnival is the highlight of the year, the chance to vibes out in the sun, eat copious amounts of jerk chicken and dance with a smile for the entire day. When you add an incredible line-up of DJs, free food and drink and art from the likes of Pure Evil and Inkie, you can be sure that there won’t be one disappointed face in the place. Red Bull’s Major Lazer Carnival Party was, without a doubt, the party of the year so far.

Getting in a little while before Ghislain Poirier’s set, the scene was set nicely with the bars five deep and the bass already wobbling. When the bearded Canadian stepped up, the party was well and truly underway as he dropped his usual diet of dancehall riddims. Ably backed up by his two MCs, his set saw the incredible sight of a man who must have been well into his 50s dancing whilst performing a headstand in the crowd.

Following Poirier was UK producer Sticky who ramped the crowd up immediately by dropping his anthem with Ms Dynamite – Boo – before sending everyone into spasms by nailing Bizzle’s Pow and pulling up three times in the process and dropping another of his own productions, Lady Chann’s Sticky Situation.

Skerrit Boy getting pumped during Major Lazer’s set.

Next up was Trouble & Bass head honcho Drop The Lime with a Rock-A-Billy set. This could easily have fallen flat but when he played tracks like Chuck Berry’s Johnny B Good, it was clear that the party vibes were going nowhere. Despite the guitar music not being the usual Carnival fare, DTL was thrashing around and having the time of his life and eventually submitted by mixing it up with bass lines. Imagine that in the 50s, it would’ve destroyed everyone!

Bristol’s Joker followed and whilst taking a little while to get the crowd’s hype levels back up, he killed it with now mainstream but still awesome tracks Katy On A Mission and I Need Air which he mixed into Mr Oizo’s Flat Beat [nods to Moyboy for that one!] with the crowd also treated to a track of his upcoming album.

David Rodigan stepped up after this and took the entire place by storm. The 59 year old set the first track on its way before running around the decks to face the crowd, beaming, sweating and telling people to make noise. With his T-shirt tucked into his jeans and his pork-pie hat on, he looked like the coolest Grandad on the planet, but he wasn’t about to let his age get in the way of having fun. Wheeling up old records from King Tubby’s studio back in the day and ending with a Bob Marley singalong, Rodigan stole the show, the man is a legend.

Aged 59, David Rodigan is a legend.

Headliners Major Lazer, the duo of Diplo and Switch looking their resplendent best, stepped up to a rapturous roar of a crowd well and truly in the midst of a frenzy. Dropping everything from heavy dubstep to house, dancehall to bassline, there wasn’t one tune that wasn’t loved by everyone. Gun fingers filled the air and every drop, giant cushions were thrown from one end of the floor to the other as tube drivers on the tracks next to the space stopped to look out and savour the atmosphere below. Of course all the Major Lazer album bangers destroyed the speaker with their MC and female dancer hyping everyone beyond previously unthought-of boundaries and when the legendary Lee Scratch Perry joined proceedings, the evening was complete. Without doubt the best party of 2010 and surely won’t be topped for pure energy, vibes and smiles.

Abjekt

Below you can stream the entirety of Major Lazer’s monster set below, and witness the fitness of the forever young David Rodigan. Get in.

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Reading Festival – Live

August Bank Holiday 2010
www.readingfestival.com

And so Reading Festival was finally upon us. From the moment the first acts are announced early on in the year, you can’t help but be excited about it. You’ve just never heard of anyone having a shit time at Reading, have you? We certainly never have. Despite almost blowing it by getting rather out of control on the Friday night, we managed to last the distance and ended up having one of the best Reading experiences ever, helped along by a multitude of excellent bands, an endless stream of good people, power ballads, mainstream hip-hop, vodka in Capri-sun containers, a fair few pints of cider and a gallon or two of Relentless energy drink. Relentless eyes ahoy!

FRIDAY

Unfortunately, we missed Young Guns open up the main stage but by all accounts, they had a monstrous crowd and did their job of kicking off the festival very well indeed. A Day To Remember followed on in style with their enthusiastic combination of pop-punk and hardcore getting the crowd in a tizzy despite it only being 1pm. Judging by the intense reaction they got, there will be no stopping their rise in popularity any time soon. Everyone present seemed to be relishing in the great melodies mixed up with great chugs.

Two Door Cinema Club continued the theme of humungous crowds for their poptastic set over at the Radio 1 / NME tent. Despite never having consciously listened to their music, they’re one of those bands whose songs I apparently know anyway through some sort of mainstream osmosis process. The band’s set was rapturously received by the mass assembled and it’s safe to say they were the perfect choice for that stage. They probably could’ve even been billed higher. One of those cases of a band blowing up so quickly that, by the time Reading and Leeds come around, they’ve kind of outgrown their slot. Due to the Festival Republic stage running behind schedule, we managed to catch a bit of indie-pop duo Summer Camp who rattled off some dreamy ditties to a moderately enthused crowd. Pulled Apart By Horses were the next to provide the rock as they proceeded to lay waste to the tent in spectacular fashion, bounding all over the place, banging out riffs and generall just being awesome. NOFX sounded good as we traversed the main arena back to the guest area where we heard tales of Strike Anywhere’s Lock-Up stage set being sadly empty.

Biffy Clyro kicked the festival up a notch into another league with their polished yet somehow still raucous epic rock. A fair few classics from back in the day mingled in with the standard modern hits like ‘Mountains’ meant their set was enjoyed by all. Not least all the ladies present who were no doubt swooning at the three shirtless men, despite frontman Simon Neil looking kind of like Father Christmas now he’s bleached both his hair and beard. Plus pink jeans – wow. Phoenix continued the wow-factor of the weekend over on the Radio 1 / NME stage. The French act had the most amazing pulsating lights, flashing all the colours of the rainbow and hypnotizing the crowd in the process. Luckily, they also have the tunes to back up the lightshow and everyone present was dancing along to their effervescent pop hits.

SATURDAY

We failed a bit on Saturday in terms of watching bands. What can we say – got a bit too enthusiastic at the power ballads DJ set the night before and it somewhat dampened our enthusiasm for Saturday.

Paint It Black, Trash Talk and Gallows were the main casualties of our laziness though by all accounts they were every bit as rad as we knew they would be. The Gaslight Anthem kicked off our band-watching activities for the day in style though. An intense main stage experience, though it could’ve been improved upon tenfold if the soundman had turned up the volume a bit! In spite of this annoyance, the set was enjoyed by a  massive crowd as the band reeled off hits like ‘Old White Lincoln’ and ‘American Slang’ and the crowd sung their hearts out to make up for the lack of volume from the stage.

Cancer Bats rocked the Lock-Up stage to its core in a set that put them up against Dizzee Rascal’s Main Stage appearance. Still, their scuzzy riffs were clearly a draw for the rock kids at the festival. We went on to catch a bit of Dizzee, including his now-legendary Nirvana-mashing with ‘Stand Up Tall’ versus ‘Teen Spirit’. An excellent performance as ever, enjoyed by all. The Get Up Kids played to a half-full Lock-Up tent but that didn’t matter. Everyone there was a complete superfan and it was a great set of newbies and classics and also included their cover of The Cure’s ‘Close To Me’. Lovely. Passing by Arcade Fire for a song or two, it sounded pretty incredible, although it kind of looked like everyone was watching Pendulum on the NME / Radio 1 stage instead…

SUNDAY

What a day! This has to be one of the best main stage line-ups of all time. So we’ll get to that. But our day started with a bit of Lights on the Dance stage which was all very pleasant girl-fronted electro-pop. Kvelertak were slightly louder on the BBC Introducing stage and definitely did more to wake us up with their Nordic metal inclinations, fused by good old-fashioned rock’n’roll. Foxy Shazam wow those who make it to the Festival Republic tent for their set. Pure genius showmanship. And acrobatics to boot. Debut UK single ‘Oh Lord’ sounds tremendous. We nip out to catch a snippet of Thrice on the mainstage including the massively brilliant ‘Silhouette’. Next up we’re excited to see local youngsters done good You Me At Six on the Main Stage. The band do an immense job of getting the crowd involved even though the big screens have been taken down due to a freaky bit of stormy weather during All Time Low’s set. Hayley from Paramore even comes on to sing ‘Stay With Me’ with YMAS. The screens come up again during Limp Bizkit’s procession of stone cold hits. In fact, their choice of setlist is suspiciously similar to that of their set at Reading 10 years ago. Not complaining though. It was ace. And Fred Durst is definitely a legend, even when not wearing the obligatory red cap (a white cap?!) As a friend quite rightly points out, Wes Borland is dressed as a cross between a witch and a Guylian chocolate. Entertainment at its best. Well, not quite.

Weezer are up next and what they do is phenomenal. Simply put, this is probably the best Reading festival set I’ve ever seen. The sun is shining and Rivers is in the best mood ever. He also has props. A Lady Gaga wig (they cover ‘Poker Face’ mixed in with MGMT’s ‘Kids’), a cat hat, a fucking trampoline. This is the exact opposite of every other performance I’ve ever seen Weezer do. AND they play the good shit. Nothing off ‘Pinkerton’ which is definitely a shame. But we don’t even care, it’s THAT good. ‘Surf Wax America’, ‘Say It Ain’t So’, ‘The Sweater Song’ are definite highlights but even the more frivolous ‘Beverly Hills’ and ‘Troublemaker’ sound awesome. Everyone has a permanent smile on their face for the rest of the night and I’m pretty sure it’s all because of WEEZER.

We caught a little bit of Paramore. Enough to be able to tell that they’re still great at what they do and we’re going to be excited when they return to the UK for TWO o2 arena shows. Blink 182 got everyone more excited than I ever thought they would… They pulled an entertaining set out of the bag, as was to be expected, and they also proved that they’ve got better at playing their instruments in the years since they last played the festival. Not that Travis ever had anything to prove. Obviously. Hits that provided a constant stream of crowd singalongs included ‘First Date’, ‘Rock Show’ and, of course, ‘All The Small Things’. It was also great to hear the songs from further down the line in the band’s career like ‘Feeling This’. I think it’s safe to say that a good time was had by all, not least the main stage bands on this final day, all of whom clearly reveled in their participation in such a well-placed rock line-up. One that will not be forgotten in a hurry.

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LED Festival – Live

August 27th-28th
Victoria Park, London

Though the cultural diversity of those attending the London Electronic Festival over the weekend was considerably wider than the polar-opposite crowds that flocked to the other two festivals taking place this busy bank holiday weekend past, it was evident that those present at the inaugural LED Festival could be split into two spheres like some sort of pretty neon-lit venn diagram. Those that came to have a great time with no intention of acknowledging any festival politics, and those who had come to stand-still and complain with a face that suggested they had more substances up their arse than the early 90s throwbacks who were busy tripping balls to Aphex Twin.

The negative reviews that have surfaced so far seem to be written by those who appeared bemused that they weren’t at London Stand-Still Festival whilst the overwhelming bass insisted otherwise. So rest assured, you can forget about the discussions of the rainy inception and foggy future of annual electronic dance festivals in rainy Hackney,  because this review won’t cover any of that. No politics, no eyebrow raises at the line-up. This review was written by someone who turned up to this festival expecting one thing, to dance like a mad twatter and embrace the sounds that bring humans closer together than any other thing in the world can, electronic dance music.

It should also be noted that certain acts were missed due to re-scheduling and other acts were missed because they’re obviously poops (I’m looking at you, David Guetta…) Here were the weekend’s best acts, interspliced with some wholesome home-made videos uploaded to the internet by fans. ‘Ave it democratic media.

Zombie Nation (Friday)

2010 is THE year to see Zombie Nation, better known as the guy who did that one techno song non-techno fans bought, sadly lesser known as the MPC wizard Florian Senfter, a live phenomenon backed by bizarre visuals and a genuine sense of surprise. This live act sees the already improvised basslines in his free-thinking german electro soundscapes become totally reimagined into whatever context he feels like on the day. And as they waver in and out of meticulously controlled disco beats the crowd are treated to bizarre visuals and a constant supply of pure, bastardized groove. Forza sounded heavier than ever while his Tiga-assisted Lower State Of Consciousness gently flowed in and out when the crowd deemed it necessary. A reconstructed Worth It took Hackney on a lengthy trip through intense oscillation and an early peak before the drinks had a chance to kick in. 2010 is the year for Zombie Nation because not only are his live performances better than ever but just enough time has passed for Kernkraft 4000 to sound not just fucking great, but completely at home in a set of underrated anthems that push electronica further than whatever else is trending on the hype machine right now.

Soulwax (Friday)

A strange rescheduling left Soulwax playing at a slightly more appropriate time than 5:45PM (which was not only too early for the sharply dressed Belgian techno punks but clashed with Zombie Nation, an unacceptable move). As the sky grew darker, and presumably as subtances legal or otherwise began to rise up inside, more people felt urges to dance and so they should for the Daewale brothers and co were on form as ever. Their set pulled in Nite Version classics along with newer remixes that you may not have heard on that CD with the longest name ever, including a stonking live cover of a weekend favourite and undisputable screw-facer from 2008, Raven by Proxy. It came from no where and became a hot topic on message boards before it even finished. Leaping from strength to strength, these guys embody modern techno.

Tiga (Friday)

Canadian DJ/vocalist/producer and the best friend of everyone in Europe, Tiga has been demanding attention lately with his notably more outspoken persona that shined on last year’s Ciao! and is currently adding a post-modern ego-centric irony to Chilly Gonzales’ a-ma-zing ‘Ivory Tower‘. For the increasingly rammed dance tent this bank holiday however he resumes the quiet hat-wearing, heavily concentrated house DJ persona that got him where he is, and this paid off. As the lights got brighter and the bodies got sweatier, Tiga’s exceptional grasp on electro-house and your own mind dimeshaaaan resulted in a glowing, neon-heavy set. Mind Dimension 2 kicked things off early with that shit-the-bed bassline still taking dancers that one step further, but it was the end of the set that saw the most peaks. As You Gonna Want Me saw London sing more loudly than they would to the essentially redundant Goldfrapp main stage flop later that weekend, the crowd were fired for a pulsating finish courtesy of an extended disco blitz in the form of Mr Oizo’s remix of Shoes. It’s not often that Hackney is filled with people screaming ‘SHOES SHOES SHOES SHOES SHOEEEESS SHOEEESSSS’ but it’s a rather pleasant place when it is.

Bloody Beetroots (Friday)

Italy’s Bloody Beetroots are very much a love or hate group, but they deserved that headline slot (in the dance tent, because the main stage really wasn’t proving to be worth anyone’s time) more than anyone else playing today. As a full band (performing as the Death Crew 77) their harsh regenerated rave punk sound is taken to higher dimensions that a few filters on a mixer cannot necessarily obtain. Firstly, they have a live presence and whether you think it is necessary or not, does not stop it from being exciting. As they fluidly Soulwax their way (who else mixes live electronic songs so well) through instantly classic blog and student dorm hits like Dimmakmmunication and Warp, the night reached a peak as a slow keyboard rendition of John Murphy’s In A House In A Heartbeat (the theme to 28 Days Later, and the backbone to a certain incredible BB song) built up a sweaty crowd into the last screw face moment of the day, when Cornelius got dropped. Amazing. Sure, they’re not as cool as people would give them credit, but they’re headline material, and barrels of fun.

Shy FX (Saturday)

Saturday’s line-up was notably more UK-sound oriented, particularly London centric, with some European influence courtesy of Annie Mac’s whateverispopular playlist. The second day highlighted the pioneers of drum and bass, breakbeat, UK techno, acid house, grime and dubstep and to give the organisers credit, was a tremendous line-up, so long as you looked at it from the right angles. Beginning the day with Shy FX was a good start, as the producer who broke from the jungle he created into a more popular take on the amen breaks with T-Power chose today to relive the sounds that were prominent almost two decades ago. Who wants their fingers on the pulse anyway when the sounds of 94’s Original Nuttah are still booming with life? 138 Trek got dropped, The Lighter got dropped, everything a kid growing up with a clubbing family in the 90s wanted to hear got dropped. Sadly there have been no videos uploaded online yet but that’s likely due to everyone vibesing and not playing around with their stupid bloody phones.

Aphex Twin (Saturday)

Forget every other act playing this festival, the entire price of the weekend ticket was worth to see Aphex Twin play for 90 minutes. Having listened to and loved his music since I can remember, seeing him perform a set of acid house everything was exactly what I hoped for. It also marked the first time in my life I unintentionally tried to fuck a dance tent. As you can imagine, dance tents are huge and there are a lot of humans in the way so I was unsuccessful, but, following on from Annie Mac’s dubwub he proved that he could mess around with the LFO settings in the same way everyone in London is trying to do, but simultaneously flip open the heads of everyone around and fill it with inexplicable drum hits and proper, proper acidic euphoria, melting away your head. Even Die Antwoord’s fluffy animal wearing stage-bombs weren’t a problem when the music was this hard. I can’t even write about it further because stuff like this should be left as it is. Aphex Twin is simply someone you have to see at least once in your life if you like dance music. He has otherworldly powers.

Leftfield (Saturday)

As one of Leftfield’s return shows, their headline slot gave many people a reason (and for some, the only reason) to hit up the main stage during LED, with enough hype behind it to result in Aphex Twin closing down the tent early enough for people to see it. While I’m sure everyone would have been happy to hear another 90 minutes of AFX’s light-and-sound drum rush,  the promise of a live performance from the earliest musicians to fuse dub into their techno was acceptable enough. And they were, legit stadium techno heads with early forward-thinking riddims like Release The Pressure and Afro-Left going down a storm with a crowd who obviously came to re-live the 90s this bank holiday. But it was the Rhythm and Stealth numbers that really brought the night to a climax; Afrika Shox is a song that should only be played through stadium sized speakers and the two-note bassline that makes up the equestrian watersport come nostalgic breakbeat anthem Phat Planet was enough to grant at least a couple of stars from the sneering critics. Extremely satisfying and fitting with the 1990s revival, a roster that blended the acts mentioned in this review would be enough to make a near-perfect festival line-up. As with searching for beats online, if you don’t like the blog then you can close the tab, but there is gold to be found if you seek it out. I am eager to see what they can pull next year after learning from this. What I learnt is that everyone should go out and dance more. That’s basically all that matters.

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7 Seconds – Live

The Underworld, Camden
12.08.2010

It was all of 30 years ago that 7 Seconds formed one of hardcore’s most influential and highly regarded bands in the American punk scene and tonight they are back at the Underworld in Camden, London for their third visit of our Island. It’s surprising that throughout those years the band never played here, especially as they were huge fans of the UK punk scene and the bands that were throwing up amazing hardcore throughout the 80’s but never the less, they are here tonight in support of Agnostic Front and to be honest with you, it was like time had stood still for all that time.

Opening with ‘Still Believe’ from New Wind it’s evident that the band that formed in Reno all those years ago still have what it takes to deliver a rocking show and Kevin Seconds still has that hunger and desire to bring the best of 7 Seconds illustrious career into the forefront and get a mosh pit going. Within seconds the crowd is alive all singing “use your head, be aware, give a fuck!” from the classic Walk Together Rock Together album and off we go!

‘Boy’s Fun’ follows and then ‘This Is The Angry’ – all you can hear are people wailing “whoa whoa!” as the track with the best sing-along chorus from the Scream Real Loud record gets the entire venue singing along to the message and this is what makes 7 Seconds one of the best hardcore bands of all time. This is also exactly what I personally miss from the new breed of so called ‘punks’ of this current generation, a term that has been milked over the years from a bunch of over styled, fashion conscious, energy drink sipping sell-outs who over use the word ‘punk’ in their biogs and fancy web widgets to make them feel part of something. Remember, there was no internet back when these guys were starting out, just phones in houses, record stores (remember those?) and fanzines to connect with the scene and their fans. The sound and scene of the 80’s and 90’s were packed with songs that meant something, songs that were memorable, songs with lyrics you could relate to and with tracks like ‘You Lose’, ‘Young Until I Die’, ‘New Wind’ and ‘We’re Gonna Fight’ hammering the PA at mach 10 the energy that filled this room tonight is one that no ’emo’ band could ever match in today’s so called ‘punk scene’. Oh, it’s SO emotional!

Even ‘One Big Guessing Game’ from Side One Dummy’s Good To Go album sounded great but there was much more to come. As the pit started to feed off the speedy 2 minute spells, stage divers somersaulted onto people’s heads, but the unlucky ones who didn’t get caught still had smiles on their faces as they were dragged up for air. ‘Regress No Way’ had people’s fists in the air followed by ‘The Crew’, ‘Remains to Be Seen’, and then their own version of Sham 69’s ‘If The Kids Are United’ before the absolutely amazing ‘Walk Together, Rock Together’ had everyone in that room sharing the same high; everyone screamed the lyrics out loud to the band’s delight. They were absolutely stoked on this reception and ended their set with the classic cover of Nena’s ’99 Red Balloons’ and ‘Here’s Your Warning’ capping one of the best hardcore shows of the year, in fact so much so that watching Agnostic Front seemed like a stupid idea but before we left, drummer Troy Mowat bowled over to say hello to us with a vuvuzela horn in his hand. Even after smashing out a 40 minute set he still had more energy than most in there, he was like a 10 year old after drinking a can of Coke and bouncing off the walls.

7 Seconds may have been going for over three decades but their desire to keep the hardcore flowing is still just as hungry as ever. Stand up and celebrate these legends when they visit next as they will not let you down.

Zac

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Kendal Calling – Live

Words and Photos: Caitlin Mogridge

Lowther Park in rural Cumbria, an unlikely setting for what’s fast becoming a key festival in the Northern calendar. My first experience also happens to be the festival’s 5th birthday. Many fledgling festivals can fail to pull the acts and the crowds but Kendal has struck upon a winning formula and has grown up fast.

The festival offered a mix of acts ranging from melodic rock, to dance, to Mancunian ska. Friday night kicked off with a reduced lineup of Dub Pistols, Stereo MCs, and small festival regular Calvin Harris. The generally young audience wanted to burn off some early summer energy, and as a result bodies came flowing over the barrier. Photographers in the pit fell victim to flailing limbs, fainting girls and all manor of broken fancy dress props. It wasn’t only the crowd who were out of control, one techy intern pulled the plug on Calvin’s set leaving the mainstage silent for 10 minutes.

The acts for the next few days seemed to be put together at random, the only pattern being rock in the morning, afternoon reggae/ska, and calming down to indie or mire alternative acts early evening. Apart from Calvin’s set on the first night the mainstage headliners, Doves and The Coral, just didn’t the high energy performance the crowds were craving.

However, OK Go, Futureheads and Wild Beasts drew the majority of the crowd and held their attention for a full set. The Beasts opened with hypnotic rythyms and a boldly original sound. They have managed to create a brand that is unmistakably them, achieving success without following too closely to their influences. The Futureheads’ ‘Manray‘ was a personal highlight but it’s been disappointing to see them slip further down the bill compared to a couple of years ago.

One selling point of this festival was the Calling Out tent, which showcased a selection of the finest upcoming local performances. It was refreshing to see such a range of bands, but a consistant genuine enthusiasm for performing. There were some gems to look out for, including These New Puritans whose British ‘Art-rock’ style has put them in fair stead to support the XX, Klaxons, and Crystal Castles. And Danananakroyd, who appeared to be the pick of a Glaswegian youth club pumped up on substances I can only hope are legal. As mic stands went flying, they proved to be a challenge for the crew and photographers but a definite hit with the crowd.

Sunday mainstage introduced me to the phenomenon that is Mancunian ska, a concept a Southerner may not be familiar with. I was pleasantly surprised after hearing and chatting to Kid British. These boys had manners any mother would be proud of and obviously had a huge local following. To ensure a mixed bag, Kendal threw in Badly Drawn Boy for some crowd sing alongs. He pulled the heartstrings by inviting his daughter to sing and play piano on stage with him. It was a great performance but maybe still lacking the kick the audience wanted.

As the festival was winding down there was a final burst of energy for the Subways, although Charlotte seemed to be the more popular member. The obvious choices ‘Oh Yeah‘and ‘Rock n Roll Queen‘ provoked a predictable high octane reaction and were many peoples’ highlights. And after an impossibly long set from The Coral, and satisfied with seeing a selection of the UK’s finest, the crowd retreated to the late night Jazz Cafe to dance out any remaining energy. A perfect way to end the festival of all genres.

After a long weekend introduction to a Northern festival I have to say I was quietly impressed. Kendal is a great festival for people who don’t take themselves too seriously, and don’t mind the occasional crossdresser or arty types. I think what makes Kendal unique is the real inclusion of new local music. The Calling Out stage offers an atmosphere unmatched by any other introducing stage I have seen.

I’ve come away with a scrawled list of bands I can’t wait to check out when I get home, and that’s what festivals should be about.

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Hevy Festival – Live

6th – 8th August, 2010
Port Lympne, Kent

With a line-up to make any fan of modern heavy music squeal in delight, Hevy was an exciting prospect. And, other than a few minor organizational issues which are only to be expected at a young festival, this was an event that delivered everything it promised. Pretty cheap tickets, wildlife park next door, small so easy to get to every part of the site and a line-up consisting of some of the best new talent and much-loved established acts around. Glassjaw, Sepultura, Gallows and Comeback Kid were billed alongside up-and-comers March of The Raptors and Chickenhawk with buzz bands Trash Talk, Cerebral Ballzy and Pulled Apart By Horses thrown into the mix.

Unfortunately for us, we missed Cerebral Ballzy but we can be pretty sure that their raucous performance went down a treat with all assembled seeing as they played to a packed-out sweatbox Old Blue Last in London earlier that week. Trash Talk ended up being first on our agenda and they standardly made jaws drop with their rambunctious approach and no-holds-barred aggression. Despite coming across as a tightly wound angry beast, this band have unparalleled ability to entertain and their set at Hevy is no exception. Once you get involved, it’s a fun experience rather than a confrontational one.

March of The Raptors help to start filling up the Rock Sound tent and the people assembled enjoy the band’s full-on metally punk rock immensely. By the time Pulled Apart By Horses play the same tent, it’s absolutely rammed and hard to get a look-in but the band sound at their top-notch best as they reel off numbers from their enthralling debut including most recent single ‘High Five, Swan Dive, Nose Dive’. Fucked Up bring us back to the main stage with their innovative punk-with-a-twist and they lay the foundations perfectly for fellow Canadians Comeback Kid who clearly become the band of the weekend for many who watch their set. Vigorous hardcore with plenty of singalongs including a slowed-down intro to eternal rock-club-anthem ‘Wake The Dead’ which rouses pretty much every voice present and segues into the original speedy version of the track. Gallows follow admirably with their ever-entertaining on-stage antics, bringing the night to a superb close.

Sunday kicks off for us with Chickenhawk in an absolutely RAMMED Rock Sound tent, rocking the fuck out of an eager crowd. Catching a bit of Failsafe on the main stage, it’s definitely clear to see why they’ve built up a strong underground following. We hear Canterbury from a distance and although they could be seen as slightly out of place on a mainly heavy bill of music, the tunes are solidly catchy and we’re sure they got some people nodding along. Young Guns sound massive on the main stage as their huge-rock tunes get everyone more involved and they leap around like men possessed despite only just arriving from a heavy weekend at Boardmasters in Newquay. Despite our superbly-laid plans to watch The Plight, Polar Bear Club and Glassjaw later that evening, we had to return home and only found out about their performances from enthused tweets and the ensuing online reviews. Still, we did pretty well. Some awesome bands for your buck at Hevy this year. Let’s hope they do similarly well next year!

Winey G

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Radfest – Live

Corsica Studios
08.08.10

As one of London’s very best promoters, it’s now seems standard that Sexbeat should host their own festival. The chosen location is Corsica Studios, which in many ways is the perfect setting for the rabble of scuzzy punk and indie bands that form the bulk of the line-up. Tucked between a couple of railway arches, the venue holds two dark gig spaces and an outside garden, complete with a BBQ serving up ‘Heavy Metal Hot Dogs’. This particular culinary delight is an early highlight in the day’s proceedings.

On to the bands, though, and first up are button pushing electronic duo Dam Mantle. Their eclectic set of beats and bleeps gets heads nodding, with a sound that is at times sample heavy yet at others moody and atmospheric. There must be something in the water over in Glasgow, with Hudson Mohawke, Rustie and now Dam Mantle offering up refreshing takes on beat infused electronic music.

By contrast, there’s nothing particularly refreshing about Cerebral Ballzy. The band look, sound and most probably smell like a product of the 80’s, but are perfectly happy slotting into this mould. This seems to suit the band well, who energise the crowd with their beer soaked retro hardcore. Musically speaking, Cerebral Ballzy aren’t much to shout about, but they’re good to watch and deliver a solid performance here.

Trash Talk are up next, and judging by the gaping hole in front of the stage, their reputation as a ferocious live band now precedes them. There’s really no use in backing off, though, as singer Lee Spielman will find you, and most probably jump on you, regardless of where you stand. It’s a typically strong performance from the Sacramento punks, who are proving they have much more about them than merely the antics of their frontman. Finishing on a storming version of set closer ‘Sacramento is Dead’, it’s no surprise that Trash Talk provide the day’s highlight.

Rounding off my day are Japanese psych rockers Bo Ningen, who play over on Corscia Studios’ second stage. I say on the stage, but the band is in fact set up on the floor amongst the crowd, making for an all the more intimate performance. As ever, Bo Ningen are completely engaging to watch, playing through a fair bit of new material as well live favourites. Bo Ningen are rad. Sexbeat is rad. Rad fest is…rad.

Sleekly Lion

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Sonisphere Festival – Live

Knebworth House
30th July – 1st August
Photos from P.G. Brunelli

Sonisphere is a young festival. Despite 2010 only being the second year it’s been in existence, organizers Kilimanjaro seem to have crafted a well-organised, enjoyable environment with an abundance of varied yet complementary acts. We certainly saw a rather strange mix of bands and this is probably the only review you’ll read that only takes in one main stage band.

Now extended to two and a half days, the first night involved us checking out new British talent March of The Raptors on the Red Bull Bedroom Jam stage. Their gnarly metal-tinged hardcore went down well with the amassed crowd and, though the sound was slightly scrappy, the weekend was off to a good start! Throw in an intense wave of instrumental madness from 65 Days of Static at the Bohemia Stage and some epic power ballads in the Strongbow Bowtime bar later in the evening and we were definitely feeling like we were onto a winner.

We’ll be honest. We didn’t get off to the earliest of starts on Saturday (or Sunday, but we’ll get to that). However, Little Fish provided a great kickstart with frontwoman JuJu’s Patti Smith-esque demeanour winning the band a whole host of new fans at the Red Bull Bedroom Jam stage. Good Charlotte were next on the agenda. Yes, you may laugh, but even though we knew they were likely to be fun, they actually sounded damn good too. Songs like ‘Girls And Boys’ and ‘The River’ (dedicated to The Rev of Avenged Sevenfold) are undeniable hits and when the band played a cover of Blink 182’s ‘Dammit’, it definitely sounded better than the original. Plus they get props for mentioning that they’ll be watching Gallows later.

Gallows are just standardly brilliant. No matter how many times you think you’ve seen them do it all before, it’s always entertaining. A circle pit round the outside of the tent they’re playing, a crowdsurfing Frank Carter, a crowdsurfing dude in a wheelchair and guest vocals from Eva Rolo Tomassi, Good Charlotte et al. What more could you want? I think I’m going to expect a crowdsurfing horse next time. Later in the evening, Polar Bear Club play to a considerably less-packed tent. But they don’t care, they’re just happy to be there! Lesser bands would struggle to rise to the occasion when faced with a sparse crowd but everyone assembled is loving it and the band are no exception. Ace punk rock played with heart. We tried to get to Therapy? later but we failed. The tent was overflowing with people intent on catching their heroes. Apparently there was a powercut though. Bummer. After that, it all goes a bit hazy…

Sunday starts off with the realization that we’re going to miss Henry Rollins do his thing. 11am? I don’t think so. We’re sad to miss out but sleep is necessary. We walk on site rather later in the day to the sounds of Slayer. Bring Me The Horizon play a frenzied set, rattling off their vicious quasi-anthems to an intent crowd. A barrage of crowdsurfers bring the carnage and guitarist Jona climbs way up to the top of the stage rigging mid-song, making it look easy and coming across like Spidey himself. We have to rush off towards the end but we later discovered that Oli Sykes’ dad even made an appearance. Bizarre. But very awesome. Hopefully they silenced a few haters with that incendiary performance.

Unfortunately, I only get to hear Placebo from a distance but by all accounts they play a stunning set, including an amazing Nirvana cover. Converge is next on our list and due to extreme exhaustion, we take it all in from our seat on a nice patch of grass in the corner of the tent. Still, brutal as fuck. Funeral For A Friend headline the same tent with an emotional set that marks guitarist Darran’s last show with the band. There are also plenty of guest appearances with Charlie Simpson and Oli Sykes (who apparently stepped in for a passed-out Matt once when he was just a fan in the crowd years ago) taking to the mic at various points of the set. It’s singalong central and there are definitely a few eyes welling up. A fitting send-off! Later on we get dragged to Tek-One at the Strongbow bar and really don’t want to be convinced but we kind of are. Woah that dude can drum. Wobwobwob, indeed.

You should probably book your tickets for next year.

Winey G