Archive for December, 2012
3rd October 2012
It wasn’t until my usual January 2012 aggregation of the best of 2011 lists, that I had a terrible shock and surprise. For I found that the blistering electronic hard rockers TurboWolf had released their Debut LP including the best tunes from the numerous live sets of their I’d been to. As a big fan of their unique synthesised brand of Zep gone Sabbath, I eeked it onto the runners-up despite onyl having a couple of spins. The habit of odd timing seems to have continued until this night when nearly 10 months after its release TurboWolf were promoting it alongside a new covers EP. Still stuck in Newcastle, I headed to the Academy again this time into the smaller “Academy2” back room. A small and intimate venue with disgustingly sticky carpets on the micro-balcony.
It was nowhere near full as Black Moth took to the stage. Female fronted Stoner Rock pulled all the standard fare of the genre with slow and melodic bluesy guitars played through deep swampy amps low enough to send shockwaves through your ears right down to your boots. The slow building riffs so often exploded into glorious thunderclaps of noise the lead vocalist attempted to have her voice heard (a rare feat). This was essentially Stoner by Numbers, but there was a spark whenever lead guitar started meandering into another extended melodic solo. A good performance but unlikely to be more than a good Stoner band.
Turbowolf on the other hand have carved out a signature sound which is both massive and varied pulling from electronic synths, dizzying riffs and killer hooks. Unveiling their stage prop, a giant Egyptian head you immediately feel this band are something a little different from your usual hard rock crop. Eccentricity is something lead singer Chris Georgiadis has in abundance as his hippy locks and rainbow wardrobe attest to. His screeches are key to the bands driving sound which whilst not the most tuneful, set the dials to panic and chaos whilst delivering a shot of adrenaline into each energetic punked up tune. There was barely a duff song all night as they flung themselves head first into each tune, enthusiastically bounding around, barely contained by the small space, resulting in a (carefully orchestrated) stage dive (who wants to land in thin air after all?).
Big unrelentingly heavy riffs Sabbath would be proud of, played with punk’s speed and intensity were showcased on highlight tunes A Rose For The Crow’s, snyth driven Read & Write, head crusher Bag of Bones, and stop/start loud/soft accentuated The Big Cut. They were just as adept at sprawling prog outs and mellowed out toe tappers such as Son(Sun) which added yet another Zeppy angle to their sound.
With a new Covers EP out they hit up a few of these re-inventions, some more effective than others. Captain Caveman (Lightning Bolt) was a mess of fuzz and didn’t really grab he but their high octane version of Jefferson Airplane’s Somebody to Love was a quite the opposite, as was the trip skuzz of MGMT ‘s Electric Feel. Turbowolf signed off the evening with their most jubilant, howling rock attack, Let’s Die which sparked furious reactions from the crowd, many of whom are probably now suffering from whiplash. An allout aural assault, just superb!
26 September 2012
Now the last time I caught tonight’s head liner we were in the cool north London arty haven of Camden town within the beautiful surrounds of the uber-sleek Roundhouse venue. 279 miles away in the distant north east lands of Tyneside, is where I find myself tonight surrounded with pint laden Geordie lads and gals equally baying for a rock and roll riot. They didn’t have to wait very long as a band I’d thought were long extinct, resurrected to provide the first action of the night in the O2 Academy. Not a bad sized venue but the floor standing space is all flat and goes back a long way, so really it’s a struggle to get a decent viewpoint if you don’t want your ears blasted into next Tuesday.
The Zico Chain
The Zico Chain, I remembered (back in 2006) as big alt riffing rockers who had a fair old way to go on improving their live set. The years have been kind and their latest LP has seemingly transformed them into another pretender to the LostProphets crown (initial sound issues aside). Plenty of oh oh’s, aahh’s and melodic guitar solo’s resonated well with the crowd without really doing much out of the ordinary. A well-received set of post-hardcore regardless.
When working away from home you have to take all you can get. Which means when Heaven’s Basement came to town, there was no way I was missing out. Tonight they we’re on their first tour since settling into life on a record label, with a debut single and video newly released, HB were riding a huge wave of momentum.
It also showed in their performance, especially from front man Aaron who has grown in stature from the meek man first seen many moons ago. Tonight his vocals were strong, his crowd pumping notched up, his energy boundless and his style looking more and more like a younger (and less tattooed) Justin Hawkins. He was clearly more at ease with their new material as well he should, with new anthemic single “Fire, Fire” complete with stunning Knockout Riff and border line metal adrenaline ride “I Am Electric”.
Aaron & Sid
The old favourites were as great as ever, yet the crowd were not as enthused as earlier in the night. Possibly the heavier Marshall guitars and less easy to sing harmonies were their falter here, but this does not distract from by far their most profession display I’ve witnessed with everyone from thundering drums, thumping bass, smokin’ lead guitars and soaring vocals pulling together for one fine performance.
Halestorm has well and truly packed out the venue with heads stretching back far out of sight, a mixed audience of ageing rockers and youthful ladies were here to ogle/idolise front woman Lzzy Hale in equal measure. She single-handedly drove all that’s good about Halestorm tonight, from her stunning power vocals displayed to best effect on the sultry ballad “Break In” (not to mention her adept piano abilities) to all out guitar attack on big rock numbers such as “Mz. Hyde” and her rock goddess strutting which is enough to get any red blooded male hot under the collar.
The set was really well structured tonight, sampling the best of their LP’s with new material from “The Strange Case of…” being altogether heavier and amped up than its predecessor. Numbers such as the rip-roaring girl power anthem “Love Bites [So Do I]” outcast flag bearer “Freak Like Me” set the standard for their big numbers. Although, one trick pony’s they are not, as Halestorm have the luxury of being able to fall back on non-clichéd ballads because Lzzys beautiful voice, the set closer “Here’s to Us” showcasing a feel good rousing singalong tune without having to put the word love into every verse.
Although hard to believe Lzzy was upstaged tonight by the other Hale on stick duty, drummer and brother AreJay. His extended drum solo during the bands customary encore pause morphed through various phases, but upping the ante each time. From regular skin crashing; baton twirling style; stickless palm beating nothing trod on new ground. That was before he pulled out a huge set of oversized drumsticks 3 foot long and continued to make one hell of a racket much to the comic relief of the crowd.
All round this was a superb all round performance, showcasing big rock anthems alongside pop ethics, with just a little hint of a rebellious streak. Corking!