Die So Fluid Live (Plastic Toys)
Die So Fluid Live (Plastic Toys)
Waking up the next morning my ears were killing me. Mr sound engineer at the Joiners must have cranked it up louder than usual the night before. Oh well, at least it took my mind off the generally crippling hangover that tarred my 6 hours at work. I was right though, no-one concentrates on a Friday. Thank Christ.
So then off to the Joiners again to see a band a friend of mine photographed for their album artwork. At the risk of sounding like a winging old man, since when did the Joiners become a bloody crèche? Now I don't mean to alienate the younger members of The-Mag's audience, because I'm quite confident that the people I am specifically referring to aren't yet at the stage in their development at which they can read for themselves. Maybe their parents have pulled the laptop up to the bedside table for a pre-slumber story from our fair website's pages, and if that is the case it is your parental duty to not let them know they annoy me. Because they do. A lot.
However as David Brent says; "every cloud". There was no queue at the bar, I had no trouble muscling through the thin corridor from the bar to the band room and I've never had a view so completely unobstructed in this smashing venue before. So in return there's something for the rest of The-Mag's audience to relate to. It's funny 'cos it's true isn't it?!
Anyway. The bands.
Due to a bit of hob-nobbing and (more) drinking in the bar area I managed to miss the first three bands, and so I shall not do them a disservice by saying how they sounded from the bar room, because they might have sounded great closer up. Oh dear, I think I've let it slip.
Most people were there to see Plastic Toys anyway and most teenage boys were there to see the pretty darn sexy lady bass player. Nobody likes a critic so I knew I wouldn't stand a chance, thus I let the teenage boys have her. The photographer seemed to favour her side of the stage also. He's not stupid is he?!!
Musically they were extremely tight metal, heavily influenced by what I remember as 'nu-metal', with a large dose of electronica thrown in. Remember Spineshank? Well they reminded me a bit of them. The music was awesomely solid however, the vocals were lacking a bit of ingenuity and provided nothing in the way of hooks. Enjoyable set to watch however, probably for all the wrong reasons.
As if one stunningly hot female musician wasn't enough Die So Fluid also featured a female bassist dressed as something of a maid. As they walked on I was kind of expecting style over substance, with much of the focus (deservedly) on the bassist-singer. However I was soon to eat not my words, but my un-vocalized thoughts. The moment the singer opened her mouth I felt like throwing myself to the feminists. Just amazing.
Such power and attitude. Some of the heavy metal riffs kept me interested for a while, but the main reason why I didn't head off early was because of this angel's incredible voice. Once again I am unable to articulate just how strongly I feel about an aspect of music. Does this make me a bad journalist? No. It makes them too bloody good to write about.
However, don't get confused between my opinions on her voice and the band as a whole, because the total package was less than groundbreaking. That voice rescued otherwise dwindling songs on too many occasions, thus the only other thing that kept me entertained was the fact that the guitarist looked an awful lot like someone I used to go to school with. Boutwell? Is that you?
The great thing about that night at the Joiners was that I left having seen something that left me in awe, and although it was only one part of the total offering, at least it was something. I was certainly not this articulate after the Unit 22 after-party, but you don't need to hear about that. Great start to the weekend.
Originially published at http://www.the-mag.me.uk/?ArticleId=1317
Waking up the next morning my ears were killing me. Mr sound engineer at the Joiners must have cranked it up louder than usual the night before. Oh well, at least it took my mind off the generally crippling hangover that tarred my 6 hours at work. I was right though, no-one concentrates on a Friday. Thank Christ.
So then off to the Joiners again to see a band a friend of mine photographed for their album artwork. At the risk of sounding like a winging old man, since when did the Joiners become a bloody crèche? Now I don't mean to alienate the younger members of The-Mag's audience, because I'm quite confident that the people I am specifically referring to aren't yet at the stage in their development at which they can read for themselves. Maybe their parents have pulled the laptop up to the bedside table for a pre-slumber story from our fair website's pages, and if that is the case it is your parental duty to not let them know they annoy me. Because they do. A lot.
However as David Brent says; "every cloud". There was no queue at the bar, I had no trouble muscling through the thin corridor from the bar to the band room and I've never had a view so completely unobstructed in this smashing venue before. So in return there's something for the rest of The-Mag's audience to relate to. It's funny 'cos it's true isn't it?!
Anyway. The bands.
Due to a bit of hob-nobbing and (more) drinking in the bar area I managed to miss the first three bands, and so I shall not do them a disservice by saying how they sounded from the bar room, because they might have sounded great closer up. Oh dear, I think I've let it slip.
Most people were there to see Plastic Toys anyway and most teenage boys were there to see the pretty darn sexy lady bass player. Nobody likes a critic so I knew I wouldn't stand a chance, thus I let the teenage boys have her. The photographer seemed to favour her side of the stage also. He's not stupid is he?!!
Musically they were extremely tight metal, heavily influenced by what I remember as 'nu-metal', with a large dose of electronica thrown in. Remember Spineshank? Well they reminded me a bit of them. The music was awesomely solid however, the vocals were lacking a bit of ingenuity and provided nothing in the way of hooks. Enjoyable set to watch however, probably for all the wrong reasons.
As if one stunningly hot female musician wasn't enough Die So Fluid also featured a female bassist dressed as something of a maid. As they walked on I was kind of expecting style over substance, with much of the focus (deservedly) on the bassist-singer. However I was soon to eat not my words, but my un-vocalized thoughts. The moment the singer opened her mouth I felt like throwing myself to the feminists. Just amazing.
Such power and attitude. Some of the heavy metal riffs kept me interested for a while, but the main reason why I didn't head off early was because of this angel's incredible voice. Once again I am unable to articulate just how strongly I feel about an aspect of music. Does this make me a bad journalist? No. It makes them too bloody good to write about.
However, don't get confused between my opinions on her voice and the band as a whole, because the total package was less than groundbreaking. That voice rescued otherwise dwindling songs on too many occasions, thus the only other thing that kept me entertained was the fact that the guitarist looked an awful lot like someone I used to go to school with. Boutwell? Is that you?
The great thing about that night at the Joiners was that I left having seen something that left me in awe, and although it was only one part of the total offering, at least it was something. I was certainly not this articulate after the Unit 22 after-party, but you don't need to hear about that. Great start to the weekend.
Originially published at http://www.the-mag.me.uk/?ArticleId=1317
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