Sonic Sanctuary, Trowbridge - Saturday 11th October
...twas a great night full of juggernauts and screaming vox in darkest Wiltshire...
Caricatures – a newish four piece, were a crashing wall of sound. An overloaded powerhouse, trying to erase the growling doom butler lording over the front seats, or was it the other way round? Chippers cello unfortunately drowned out due to a dicky contact mic... Rarrrrrghhhh! screaming face and stabbed iris, halos of burning horse, all wrapped up in jaggedy guitar maggots and blunt forced trauma. Leaving my ears full of cicadas.
The ubiquitous Team Brick seemed to be seconded to the ranks of Gonga as frontman... A cloven hoofed pixie, hot plate skipping to a hungry backing full of scarecrows, and rough edgings, getting all syrupy and elastic in places, then surging off at the next exit… 'ride ride ridddde' (the only discernable words)... Mr brick all galloping legs. A convulsive set, to which flinging yerself around seemed the only antidote.
White Hills –An Alice Coopered front man all fx-ed up, incredibly focused bass and ninja drummed heart attacks completing the picture... dishing out a 70’s rocked out vibe transposed down a 90’s effects kaleidoscope... taking their album tracks on wild excursions, wavering in fantastically indulgent guitar shapes, think I could have re-opened my neck if they continued any longer...
Don’t know if another one’s planned before the New Year, maybe a pre-Christmas shin-dig will be on the cards… but this is for certain, it'll never be disappointing...
...twas a great night full of juggernauts and screaming vox in darkest Wiltshire...
Caricatures – a newish four piece, were a crashing wall of sound. An overloaded powerhouse, trying to erase the growling doom butler lording over the front seats, or was it the other way round? Chippers cello unfortunately drowned out due to a dicky contact mic... Rarrrrrghhhh! screaming face and stabbed iris, halos of burning horse, all wrapped up in jaggedy guitar maggots and blunt forced trauma. Leaving my ears full of cicadas.
The ubiquitous Team Brick seemed to be seconded to the ranks of Gonga as frontman... A cloven hoofed pixie, hot plate skipping to a hungry backing full of scarecrows, and rough edgings, getting all syrupy and elastic in places, then surging off at the next exit… 'ride ride ridddde' (the only discernable words)... Mr brick all galloping legs. A convulsive set, to which flinging yerself around seemed the only antidote.
White Hills –An Alice Coopered front man all fx-ed up, incredibly focused bass and ninja drummed heart attacks completing the picture... dishing out a 70’s rocked out vibe transposed down a 90’s effects kaleidoscope... taking their album tracks on wild excursions, wavering in fantastically indulgent guitar shapes, think I could have re-opened my neck if they continued any longer...
Don’t know if another one’s planned before the New Year, maybe a pre-Christmas shin-dig will be on the cards… but this is for certain, it'll never be disappointing...
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