Saturday 22nd May, Hobgoblin, Brighton
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shermaramaSuns of Thunder are a heavy band. Surely they'll never fly that thing? But given a long run up, propelled by a souped-up drummer and guided by that keyboard sound, they find their path, and the last couple of songs get clearly airborne. Heavy heavy stoner blues that knows a thing or two about balance.
Dr Sid I'll have to see again sometime when they're not breaking strings every two minutes, and can get more than two complete songs out. Shouting, clatter, hardcore, long slow bits, but done well enough to be worth it.
The Meenies sent a demo to the Hob. The first song on it is called 'Boot Wearing Carpet Munching Sister Fisters Are Go', and the sound powering lines like that is a fine high speed. You see how they had to get them appearing as soon as possible. Every song is declared to be about a girl, apart from 'I'm The Leader' which is, of course, about the singer himself. The drums chase along, the natural speed of the songs so obvious that when the drummer falls off the edge for a moment it's because he can't keep up. A fine bit of chaos.
Jecano, oh, Jecano. The first two songs are old ones, done at considerable speed; they weave themselves cunningly around, done so well you forget that this is a pub and these are three lads from a small town with some bits of wood and metal and the crowd gathers round, people are dancing, people who don't give a shit about this sort of music normally are watching and nodding to each other. Heavy blues blasting taking place. But watching the second half is a minor tragedy. New songs, woo hoo. New songs filled with endless breathless guitar solos and the rhythm section merely marking time... In twenty four minutes of the last demo, there's no point at which they merely mark time. Every part is on its way to somewhere, pointing to the next, building to a corner, or even just enjoying jumping around the beat. This is why I found it so easy to dance to songs I'd never heard before, because everything was going somewhere, and taking people with it. The new songs are made of the same sounds and played by the same able musicians but they have no travel. Instead of being complicated exhilarating dance they're a shy teenager shuffling from foot to foot. Maybe it's because they're new, but it doesn't feel like it.
Dr Sid I'll have to see again sometime when they're not breaking strings every two minutes, and can get more than two complete songs out. Shouting, clatter, hardcore, long slow bits, but done well enough to be worth it.
The Meenies sent a demo to the Hob. The first song on it is called 'Boot Wearing Carpet Munching Sister Fisters Are Go', and the sound powering lines like that is a fine high speed. You see how they had to get them appearing as soon as possible. Every song is declared to be about a girl, apart from 'I'm The Leader' which is, of course, about the singer himself. The drums chase along, the natural speed of the songs so obvious that when the drummer falls off the edge for a moment it's because he can't keep up. A fine bit of chaos.
Jecano, oh, Jecano. The first two songs are old ones, done at considerable speed; they weave themselves cunningly around, done so well you forget that this is a pub and these are three lads from a small town with some bits of wood and metal and the crowd gathers round, people are dancing, people who don't give a shit about this sort of music normally are watching and nodding to each other. Heavy blues blasting taking place. But watching the second half is a minor tragedy. New songs, woo hoo. New songs filled with endless breathless guitar solos and the rhythm section merely marking time... In twenty four minutes of the last demo, there's no point at which they merely mark time. Every part is on its way to somewhere, pointing to the next, building to a corner, or even just enjoying jumping around the beat. This is why I found it so easy to dance to songs I'd never heard before, because everything was going somewhere, and taking people with it. The new songs are made of the same sounds and played by the same able musicians but they have no travel. Instead of being complicated exhilarating dance they're a shy teenager shuffling from foot to foot. Maybe it's because they're new, but it doesn't feel like it.