Monday, 13 May 2013

REVIEW - Live At Leeds 2013


Having enjoyed one of the most fun festival experiences of my life at least years Live At Leeds, interviewing Los Campesinos! and discovering a whole set of new venues, I arrived to the 2013 event with a certain level of expectation. Boasting hundreds of bands over 12 stages, it is quite simply an unparallelled event when it comes to discovering new music on a budget, particularly considering its urban setting.

With the streets already heaving by 12 o’clock, it becomes apparent that Live At Leeds is no longer my little secret. With much hyped acts such as AlunaGeorge and Peace on the bill, the scent of ‘serious muso’ that was thick in last years air has been replaced with youthful hipsterliciousness that makes me feel much older than my 19 years. This is not to be elitist, but when you overhear two girls arguing in the toilets over whether to watch Aluna or George, you can’t help but wonder about the changing face of the festival attendee.

Swimming Lessons by Kevin Lawson (editradio.org)

Snarkiness aside, lets focus on the music. The day gets off to a good start with one man band Swimming Lessons, the work of Ben Lewis, an unassuming guy sporting a Jumbo Records t shirt (hooray for Leeds best record Store). His multi layered keys create a lush bed for his subtle vocal harmonies that twist and turn in very intricate and surprising ways, another instrument rather than a different entity. Highlight song Doubles accentuates his dreamy tones beautifully, like a drowning simulation in an epic Hollywood movie. Very exciting stuff.

BlackEye by Kevin Lawson (editradio.org)
Less subtle are BlackEye, a London based act who take over Leeds University Mine with their 90’s tastic brat-rock. A quick look on their Tumblr site sums up their influences – Avril Lavigne, Courtney Love and Dr Martens worn with girly dresses. Lead singer Chloe Little’s goth glam look is gloriously on trend, but much like the music they make, it has a little too much of a throwback quality to seem truly exciting. Catchy and danceable, they are clearly talented musicians,  especially considering Little’s teenage status, but the angsty diary-style Growing Pains contains lyrics simply too nauseating to stomach. Grunge may well be in, but it still needs a speck more originality to win me over.

A wander over to Leeds Stylus allows us to get acquainted with Department M, a new project by one time member of Grammatics, Owen Brinley. Part of the bookish, elctro-fused indie scene that has made such a success of Hot Chip and Everything Everything, Brinley is clearly a thinking man’s frontman, but his experiments are simply not fully formed enough to be playing any venue of this size.
I even hear one disgruntled punter unabashedly declaring them to be ‘fucking shit weirdo nonsense’ as the rest of the diminishing audience scratch their heads at a series of mistimed and tuned bleeps and stutters. Maybe a few more months in the studio working out what he wants might help the guy.

Fawn Spot by Kevin Lawson (editradio.org)
A band who do know what they want is Fawn Spots – put simply, they just want to rock. Possessing a rhythmic noise that would penetrate even the hardiest of earplugs, they are incredible tight and musically impolite considering co-frontman Oliver Grabowski’s take home to mother good looks. Last time I reviewed them, back at Beacons festival, a few of their fans on facebook took issue with the fact that I claimed they were a little shaky on their feet in terms of stage presence, more than understandable considering their line up reshuffle. Whilst I stand by what I said then, today, they are a band entirely matured and virtually faultless, proof that practise really does make perfect. Good on you lads!


Post War Glamour Girls by Kevin Lawson (editradio.org)
With the bar of musical tightness established, Leeds very own Post War Glamour Girls step up to the plate. They then proceed to smash the place, and dance all over it’s shattered china remains, the undisputed band of the day. Slick in an expansive, sprawling manner that concurs up images of a bastardised Wild Beasts, they are topped off by James Smith’s booming baritone that carries authority clear across the room, almost as if scolding the audience. Service Station Blues is a perfect example of their enviable talent for storytelling, dirty and nasty like only a song about prostitution could be. Noticed by the likes of Artrocker and Louderthanwar already, it’s only a matter of time before the nation cottons on.


King Krule by Kevin Lawson (editradio.org)
‘Is the sound alright for you?’ asks an eager sound engineer in Holy Trinity Church to a small, ginger haired boy in an oversized shirt. It doesn’t matter’ he grunts back in a bass tone incongruous to his apparent age, oozing couldn’t-care-less-cool from every pore. When Archy Marshall steps onto to the stage and becomes King Krule, his complacency becomes irrelevant. A menacingly dead stare in his eyes, ignoring the crowds cheers without so much of a flinch, he reels off riff after low-fi jazzy riff with true soul and grit, that voice that has made his name infinitely more impressive in the flesh. Possessing a delicate, deft touch that sits at odd with his testosterone fuelled lyrics (Baby Blue’s extended outro is absolutely adorable in melody until he descends into lyrics that are unavoidably about oral sex – he is an 18 year old lad after all), he is utterly intriguing as an artistic prospect. By the time he hits new song crocodile, he has ditched his guitar and is inches from the crowd, intimidating and confrontational, daring them to disagree with his brilliance. They’d be idiots to challenge him.

With King Krule’s crowd demonstrating the swelling of Live At Leeds audience now the true entertainment is underway, here is where the difficultly begins. With hoards of punter packing in and the lineup clashing like two One Directions fans fighting over Harry Styles’ sweaty towel, it becomes increasingly difficult to get in to any of the venues. AlunaGeorge is rocking a one in one out policy at Leeds 02 Academy, Laura Mvula is 30 minutes late on stage at Leeds Met and Swim Deep are more like shoulders deep at Leeds Cockpit.

Theme Park by Kevin Lawson (editradio.org)
Throwing our guidebooks out the window, we settle for old Safety In Sound favourites Theme Park, arriving halfway through their set, where lead singer Miles is already doing a pretty good impression of himself singing Theme Park karaoke. This isn’t an insult – he just always looks like he has such fun performing on stage. As always, they bring the sunshiny charm, although they've ditched their usual Hawaiian garb for smart white shirts, a sign of impending maturity. Jamaica gets the crowd dancing like they're at a uni ball, Tonight has morphed into a certified smooth radio RnB banger and even their lesson known tracks get people linking elbows in a well spirited jolly. Full of lighthearted campness, they are a cracking festival band, and a great shout if you need a band for a hipster wedding.

Everything Everything by Kevin Lawson (editradio.org)
The party vibe is set perfectly for Everything Everything, who use their Live At Leeds headline status to essentially show off just how many massive tunes they have amassed. Holding what is possibly Leeds biggest venue (short of the newly built Leeds Arena) in the palm of their hands, they reel off 90 minutes of hits with no sweat, despite their heavily cloaking jackets. Having practiced their glorious harmonies around the world, The Peaks now sounds as big as it’s title, and Schoolin and Photoshop Handsome incite crowd behaviour that one could be forgiven for describing as wild. Dropping such rarities as Final Form and Tin The Manhole, there is no doubting it – they are headliners now. Drawing a successful day to a close, Live At Leeds rolls out of the city for another year with its crown intact.

Wednesday, 8 May 2013

REVIEW IN PICTURES 'Galaxy Defender Stay Forever' - McFly, 02 Leeds Academy, 01/05/2013

For regular readers of SafetyInSound, you might remember that a few months ago, I decided that words were overrated when it came to encapsulating a Foals gig, and let pictures do the talking instead. This is what I have decided to do here today, to sum up last Wednesday, when I went to see McFly at Leeds Academy, for the 13th time. Yes, thirteenth time. 

Despite all the taunts and teasing, they have been my favourite band for the past ten years. Proof that pop music can never be truly naff if it is written with heart, humility and harmony, I still to this day believe them to be some of the most talented musicians this country has to offer - this Leeds gig acts as proof in terms of how each song was delivered with completely original improvisations, tacked on solos and passionate vocal delivery. Ten years into their career, they are still more in love with the music they make than most bands less than a year old. Before you judge them, I implore you to see them live. You won't be disappointed. 

All images copyrighted to Jenessa Williams of SafetyInSound

















Friday, 3 May 2013

REVIEW: 'This is Sempiternal' - Bring Me The Horizon, Manchester Academy 2, 29/04/2013


Having only seen Sheffield 5 piece Bring Me The Horizon at Reading festival, I had a very preconceived perception of what their gig would be like. I'm the first to admit that I am a bit of a novice when it comes to live Metal, and the images I had in my head of long haired, horn-throwing old dudes were hard to shift.

Arriving at Manchester’s Academy 2, tucked away in Manchester University’s cavernous students union, my stereotypes dissolve like alka seltzer in water. For every ear-tunnelled, ripped plaid shirt sported by ageing dreadlocked men and women alike, there is a teenage couple holding hands, pointing Bring Me branded foam fingers and trying to ignore the presence of the reluctant parents that are chaperoning them for the night. With a uniform of Drop Dead, lead singer Oli Sykes very successful clothing line de-rigeur, a curious dichotomy of metal meets pop fandom is in the air. And tonight, that is what Bring Me The Horizon are, for all intents and purposes – a very professional, heavy, well-oiled pop band.

Cross Faith

Missing the first band thanks to an obscene queue for the women’s toilets, the academy is already sweating by the time Osaka’s Cross Faith take to the stage.  The Japanese 5 piece continue the odd paradox of hardcore riffs versus unashamed, almost hair metal showmanship, displaying relentless energy in the the metallic bleeps and bonks they play, like Enter Shikari but with a tougher bite. They boast an incredible drummer, a magician at work as he twirls his sticks between beats, hyping the already excitable audience – a great support act in the truest sense. With a cover of The Prodigy’s modern classic Omen spawning the first out and out moshpit of the night, they are certainly ones to watch.

Bring Me The Horizon
Opening with epic new single Shadow Moses, in a haze of dim stage lighting, one could be forgiven for thinking that tonight’s headliners are 30 Seconds To Mars. The sheer cinematic quality to the song, and indeed the ensuing material premiered tonight from Bring Me The Horizon’s fourth album, Sempiternal, marks the evolution of a band who have admitted to allowing pop and electronic sensibilities to mingle with their love of metalcore. It goes a long way to explain the eclectic crowd they have gathered, age demographic spanning decades but all united as they sing along devotedly to Oli Sykes howls and harmonies.

Despite his broad Yorkshire accent imploring his audience to ‘break some fucking bones’ and ‘punch someone in the ovaries’, Oli Sykes is definitely more McDonalds than Megadeth. This is to do them no disservice – they are certainly pack a heavy riff, definitely worthy of their metalcore standing. But, to put it frankly, there are a lot more harmonies and soaring singlong choruses than I was expecting – in fact, there are some downright masterful moments of radio rock songwriting, aided by that electronic edge that they pull off far more convincingly than most of their contemporaries. For the first time in their career, Bring Me The Horizon are allowing their frontman to sing instead of shout, and it does them a wealth of good. 
Oli Sykes 

Sleepwalking is a highlight, as is Alligator Blood, it’s brutality cruelly dimmed by what seems like a blown speaker. They carry on regardless with true professionalism, despite chants of 'turn it up' from the audience mingling with the activated fire alarm that threatens to shut down the gig, distracting at least half of the audience from the original purpose of the evening. This is until Go To Hell For Heaven’s Sake fires everybody back into action, the fringe that is the envy of thousands flipping around as Sykes shrieks like a rabid dog. If this sounds like an insult, it isn't - much like their support act, his effort is inspirational. 

Drawing their set together with more newbies in the form on Empire (Let Them Sing) and Antivist, Bring Me The Horizon leave after just 12 songs, but with the crowd eating out of the palm of their hands. Do I feel like I have been to the most brutal gig of my life? Perhaps not. But am I suitably impressed regardless? Most definitely.