This is how punk rock is supposed to sound: ferocious and unforgiving and with raw intensity. That sort of approach seems to have been lost amongst a sea of stylish hair cuts for a lot of bands. Thankfully, bands like Frank Carter & The Rattlesnakes provide a much needed violent head shave to that kind of music.
For my money, this was easily one of the best gigs I’ve been to. Certainly the most exciting one I’ve ever photographed. The bare bones appeal of the band’s aggressively muscular is a hugely powerful aphrodisiac for adrenaline and catharsis. By which I mean, it was really loud and really loud punk rock music is the best.
Though it would be unfair to paint the band’s music as a one dimensional wrecking ball. During the quieter moments of the set Frank is given the opportunity to display a totally different kind of rawness, and the versatility of his voice, and it leaves the crowd in a state of reverent silence. Which perfectly sums up the appeal of The Rattlesnakes’ music: it’s 100% genuine. Few artists could inspire their entire audience to sit down mid way through the set for an intimate track and then throw themselves off the stage minutes later.
Sure, inspiring a circle pit that engulfs the entirety of the Cathouse, singing from on top of the bar and walking over the crowd is pretty cool, but when you’ve songs as immediate as this band and you give performances as frenetic as they do then all of that is simply a bonus. Albeit a hell of a bonus. Punk rock isn’t just about running around and jumping off stuff…but that’s pretty cool too.
Bands like this remove barriers, not just from the front of the stage, but between the audience and the artist.