Electric Ballroom
28.11.07
I remember the first time I ever heard Pendulum‘s “Through the Loop“. I was on a bus sitting down like a normal human, when my mate whacks out her iPod and demands I take a listen. As soon as Willy Wonka started speaking I was hooked. Sat on a packed bus on a cold November Saturday afternoon, looking like I’d ingested God only knows when the beat kicked in and I lost control of my limbs. This is exactly what this gig was like. It gripped hold and I had to go with the flow.
When I rocked up about 40 minutes before stage time and scooted my way to the bar I was promptly covered by 2 boys’ enthusiasm, dancing residue and the remnants of the water they kept hurling over their heads. My question “If this is what you’re like before they play, are you not just going to look like jelly by the time they’re on?” received a standard rave Dave “We fucking love it!” The challenge was on and everyone looked up for it. As soon as the lights began and the beats started, it was a mad dash for a spot, to commence with the movement. Dancing like your Cousin who’s clearly the product of an incestuous relationship is totally acceptable at this gig, heck it was positively encouraged and wet dog L’Oreal adverts would have hit gold with the filming opportunity. Everyone looked like the equivalent of one of those Red Noses with hair on speed.
For me, I find that there’s nothing worse than the new album not being out yet and you feeling lost at a gig that should be kicking your ass, but these guys avoided this with a mix-tape of genius. They played the latest single (Granite) and in the car it’s enough to cause me to skirt curbs like a pro skater, but live…you better just hope you’re ready. Some gigs require banter, it brings you that little closer to the band, but here words were not necessary. Filthy beats, dirty guitar and a trio doing their upmost to smash their feet through the stage. What more could you ask for? Drugs? That really would have blown me through the roof of The Ballroom (fitting if it was glass, don’t you think?)
When “Slam” kicked in the force of the bass was enough to send the weak of heart (who should not have attended) running for the hills. Desperately fighting to not fall over, to get as close to the action as possible and the sweaty madness on stage (those boys like to rave) I ended up crowd surfing and then desperately wriggling free when I realised they were going to send me over the barriers. Out? I don’t want out. I want to stay this sweaty and hyped for the rest of my life. When Pendulum describe their sound on MySpace as “a wall of sound” they couldn’t have put it better, because I could have built a house from it.
My only disappointments? That I wasn’t equipped with glow sticks or sweat proof make-up and that Willy Wonka didn’t turn up for an encore. Ladies and Gentlemen, Pendulum have arrived and I’m pretty sure their feet are planted firm.
Keri Stanley