Courtesy of
'Matthew Britton'
I said, when the lady in the bubble asked me my name. I was stood at the box office hurriedly trying to think of something convincing to say, over thought it and confused myself in to a stuttering mess. The lady in booth shuffled then stared blankly at me.Oh 'Daniel Watson' I said with a smile 'he's comin later on’. Handed to me was freedom in the form of a ticket. I walked up the stairs of the Academy on to second floor. What greeted me was the nostalgic smell of sweat that I haven’t smelt in a long a while. I haven’t been to any metal gigs in ages, haven’t been put off by how shit and unoriginal it was getting. Why did I ever lose the faith the first band Kvelertak came over a bit like try hards with having synchronized mosh parts between beatdowns.After listening to their recordings you can see why, there a party band. To use that in its broadest sense and a mint one at that, with mint little blast bits in that Andrew W.K would sneer at and wonder why he’s more like a party pussy.The clarity of what was going on live was a different story, it was just like a wall of constant intelligible sound were you could get a glimpse of what was going on stage. Sound men that can't be bothered to do their jobs are an oily cog in a once gleaming machine. From what I could make out live they are a conglomeration of bands like cancer bats that really capitalized on the whole drinking, blues riffs, partying idea and removed smoking weed and monging.However its done it always seems to feel like its missing something for me and I could never be posi about it. Gaza hadn't been on the stage five minutes until the lead singer said something stupid about how they had ...'George Bush '; we had Tony Blair to try identify us in some way. Maybe he wasn't aware that it isn't something that is going to make motivate movement in an English crowd. With a name like Gaza I just expected a little more depth not something that would dribble out the mouth of a socialist worker supporter. Still there brand of grind core with open chugged stompy bits managed to keep my intention but I was left feeling disappointed throughout. A lot of people had come to watch Kylesa there one of those bands with very little stage presence. For what they lacked in charisma they made for in weight. In the words friend 'they were heavvvvy....’With two drummers and dominating riffage they played a barrage of intensity. It wasn't till a drum solo that strayed into popular song scapegoat that got them the full attention of the crowd. They were easily the best band of the night. When Converge finally arrived on stage opening with concubine. An odd choice considering they were playing songs off Jane Dow (an album) that gave them a whole lot of fans that this glad clearly lacked. It was surprising turn out of long hair and beards instead of fringes and flat peeks. More generalising can be said when describing Converge's repertoire they are a band that span genres, do it well and have been doing for over 20 years. It’s hard to not appreciate there ability to knock out albums and dictate the style in which metal and hardcore are going before any other band do. These veterans of innovation don't just give us studio perfection. They still go nuts like a band 3 quarters a band there age. With Jacob Brannon stomping people out stood at floor height to his weighty hoof. He repeatedly lashed out at the crowd grabbing at him continually kicking people in the head. He lost his anorak at one point, kicked some more people then it floated back on stage. I was a bit disappointed they dint play 'saddest day' but hits from No Heroes and You Fail Me (both albums) were a plenty. After the show, stood outside letting it all sink in. There was a man selling fake Converge merch.The prices went down from '5 pound an item' to 'five pound for any three items’. No one bought anything they looked so cheap and purely printed, still my mate managed to fish them out of the bin. That’s why I'm sat here now in my free bright orange fake converge t-shirt feeling mint. Thanks Mathew Britton and Ric Long,
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