Post by neilcrud on Sept 9, 2007 20:22:18 GMT
LEUCINE
GALAPAGOS
SONA
Billys, Rhyl – 08.08.07
(review n pic by Neil Crud)
No one does cabaret better than Galapagos – a collective of North Wales’s finest bohemian sessionists who are currently probably making filthy amounts of money on the Wedding reception circuit.
SO WHY THE FUCK ARE THEY PLAYING ON A WEDNESDAY BAND NIGHT?
I really thought I had stumbled into The Plough in St Asaph by mistake. Nope, tonight, at this Pete and Jordan style showcase they work their impeccable musical magic through a variety of incarnations. Unfortunately as soon as the pumping bassline of Jacko’s Billy Jean throbbed through my contorted torso, I headbutted a light socket and was simultaneously knocked unconscious and electrocuted. Which, believe me, was far less painful.
Bangor’s Sona (pic above) must’ve wondered what the fuck was going on after they had vacated the stage. Into their third year of gigging now, the no oil painting looks of frontman Jamie Davies is blessed with the whiniest voice in Gwynedd and it suits Sona perfectly. Their MySpace url is Sonagrunge, although this is more good cheapo rock’n’roll entertainment – they’re not here to soundtrack symphonies long into the night – you don’t have to think too much about the band, it’s all gloriously simple, self-explanatory stuff like the superb Dependant.
Rhyl’s Leucine (studio pic above) had the task of picking up the cabaret pieces left in the wake of Galapagos in an attempt to bring the WKD fuelled crowd back down to earth, or perhaps blow them off the face of it. Well, not quite yet, but things for some bands can happen so quick. Formed only in January, Leucine are still carrying their own gear out of their Dad’s car, and yet their screamo sound and eagerness to escape Rhyl is taking their cause countrywide.
If you believed their biog you’d see they are on a musical holy grail to claim the title of Genuine Modern Day Punk. To me they sound all too similar to the bands they cite as their influences (Funeral For a Friend etc) – but I guess these old ears find it hard to define the sub-sub-genres of emo-screamo-grind-metalcore. They have an artillery of songs that are fast and quite simply brutal, supplemented by the heroic efforts of bawling sometimes off-key lead singer Tom. And to think this band is only eight months old…
GALAPAGOS
SONA
Billys, Rhyl – 08.08.07
(review n pic by Neil Crud)
No one does cabaret better than Galapagos – a collective of North Wales’s finest bohemian sessionists who are currently probably making filthy amounts of money on the Wedding reception circuit.
SO WHY THE FUCK ARE THEY PLAYING ON A WEDNESDAY BAND NIGHT?
I really thought I had stumbled into The Plough in St Asaph by mistake. Nope, tonight, at this Pete and Jordan style showcase they work their impeccable musical magic through a variety of incarnations. Unfortunately as soon as the pumping bassline of Jacko’s Billy Jean throbbed through my contorted torso, I headbutted a light socket and was simultaneously knocked unconscious and electrocuted. Which, believe me, was far less painful.
Bangor’s Sona (pic above) must’ve wondered what the fuck was going on after they had vacated the stage. Into their third year of gigging now, the no oil painting looks of frontman Jamie Davies is blessed with the whiniest voice in Gwynedd and it suits Sona perfectly. Their MySpace url is Sonagrunge, although this is more good cheapo rock’n’roll entertainment – they’re not here to soundtrack symphonies long into the night – you don’t have to think too much about the band, it’s all gloriously simple, self-explanatory stuff like the superb Dependant.
Rhyl’s Leucine (studio pic above) had the task of picking up the cabaret pieces left in the wake of Galapagos in an attempt to bring the WKD fuelled crowd back down to earth, or perhaps blow them off the face of it. Well, not quite yet, but things for some bands can happen so quick. Formed only in January, Leucine are still carrying their own gear out of their Dad’s car, and yet their screamo sound and eagerness to escape Rhyl is taking their cause countrywide.
If you believed their biog you’d see they are on a musical holy grail to claim the title of Genuine Modern Day Punk. To me they sound all too similar to the bands they cite as their influences (Funeral For a Friend etc) – but I guess these old ears find it hard to define the sub-sub-genres of emo-screamo-grind-metalcore. They have an artillery of songs that are fast and quite simply brutal, supplemented by the heroic efforts of bawling sometimes off-key lead singer Tom. And to think this band is only eight months old…