There’ a school of thought that it’s not about how well you can play, it’s about what you play. I’m pretty much on board with that. Song-writing over virtuosity FTW.
That being said…if you can really, really play it’s pretty sick. Combine that with interesting song-writing and you’re laughing. Colours To Shame are laughing all the way to the bank vault where they presumably safely store and insure all those sweet riffs of theirs.
The band’s performance was a positive master class in how to perform remarkably technical and aggressive music without succumbing to either pretension or muso wankery. On the other hand, if you’re a musician watching them play it might have been a pretty negative master class which reaffirmed you just haven’t been practicing hard enough and all that time socialising instead of staring down a metronome was wasted.
Colours to Shame didn’t waste their time though. Their combination of every musical idea from Dillinger-esque freak outs to Opeth’s sense of grandiose sophistication and back again was ludicrous in all the best ways.
And all the little widdly guitar bits were cool too I guess.