Mishmash on the line up compared to the friendly bands to follow, the newly minimised post-hardcore quartet are accepted, despite playing with gnashing teeth. The instrumentals were ace in honest Deaf Havana fashion, but the vocals struggled in comparison as James Veck-Gilodi gasped and panted the lyrics. Evidently missing their former screamer, Ryan Mellor, their tracks were almost unidentifiable with a change of melody to their older songs. I’m now hoping these guys punch me next time with a comeback and kick ass, instead of an effortless surrender, which they seemed irate to offer tonight. Unfortunate performance, ‘cause actually I’m a big fan. [Excuse me as I swiftly avoid the next band on the line up, Love Amongst Ruin, basically I had no interest before the gig, and still not a hint now. ‘nuff said, alright?] So, the room jammed up and the party started when The Futureheads played. Neat and nerdy, the four-piece indie rock band impressed the audience with an all round polished performance, which featured all their recognised anthems and an epic finish to their set with Hounds of Love. This involved an attempted harmony from the audience, producing fabulous interaction which got the beer flying and men singing, making it a gig suitable for your father, tame enough to enjoy it yet fun enough to rock out, without any cringe. Love in, Love out, find the feeling, Scream in, Scream out... Grant Nicholas and Co., the effortlessly cool headliners, were highly praised by the drunken assembly, who seized any opportunity to chant “Feeeedeeeer” before and after every song. However, when the band took to their instruments, everybody in the room echoed each word of the consistent set list that covered all the appropriate golden oldies, but which sorely missed High – a song that would have suited this crowd. There was not one limb in the academy which wasn’t tapping along let alone jumping and vibrating. These experts have mastered their art and play with ease and enjoyment, so good they wouldn't hesitate or let you down if they’d set up venue in your garden shed. Feeder are gratifying. They leave the stage after an energetic recital ofJust a Day, a rendition of Nirvana’s Breed and an overall satisfying gig. The smiley audience disperse and feel the moment slip away.
Deaf Havana & Feeder live
Mishmash on the line up compared to the friendly bands to follow, the newly minimised post-hardcore quartet are accepted, despite playing with gnashing teeth. The instrumentals were ace in honest Deaf Havana fashion, but the vocals struggled in comparison as James Veck-Gilodi gasped and panted the lyrics. Evidently missing their former screamer, Ryan Mellor, their tracks were almost unidentifiable with a change of melody to their older songs. I’m now hoping these guys punch me next time with a comeback and kick ass, instead of an effortless surrender, which they seemed irate to offer tonight. Unfortunate performance, ‘cause actually I’m a big fan. [Excuse me as I swiftly avoid the next band on the line up, Love Amongst Ruin, basically I had no interest before the gig, and still not a hint now. ‘nuff said, alright?] So, the room jammed up and the party started when The Futureheads played. Neat and nerdy, the four-piece indie rock band impressed the audience with an all round polished performance, which featured all their recognised anthems and an epic finish to their set with Hounds of Love. This involved an attempted harmony from the audience, producing fabulous interaction which got the beer flying and men singing, making it a gig suitable for your father, tame enough to enjoy it yet fun enough to rock out, without any cringe. Love in, Love out, find the feeling, Scream in, Scream out... Grant Nicholas and Co., the effortlessly cool headliners, were highly praised by the drunken assembly, who seized any opportunity to chant “Feeeedeeeer” before and after every song. However, when the band took to their instruments, everybody in the room echoed each word of the consistent set list that covered all the appropriate golden oldies, but which sorely missed High – a song that would have suited this crowd. There was not one limb in the academy which wasn’t tapping along let alone jumping and vibrating. These experts have mastered their art and play with ease and enjoyment, so good they wouldn't hesitate or let you down if they’d set up venue in your garden shed. Feeder are gratifying. They leave the stage after an energetic recital ofJust a Day, a rendition of Nirvana’s Breed and an overall satisfying gig. The smiley audience disperse and feel the moment slip away.