Though its painfully obvious that every band has a finite life time, even if a lot of them aren’t willing to accept that, it hadn’t ever really occurred to me that I’d be at the final Funeral for a Friend shows. They were technically the first “big” band I ever saw live (when they opened for Iron Maiden back in the day to the typical open minded response associated with metal fans: i.e. not open minded) and I’m genuinely sad to see them go.
I don’t have anything as trite or cliche to offer as “this band changed my life” or “this band saved me” or “I got their logo tattooed on my left ass check cause they really speak to me bro” but…I listened to this band, and particularly the two albums they chose to showcase at these farewell shows, a whole lot. Presumably hours logged counts for something. (See what I did there?)
Thrice came back this year. Which if you’re a blubing Thrice fan-boy, or lady, like myself is among the best of the best news. I love that band. I love the odd born again Christian undertones of the latter-day material a lot less, but the tunes are bangin’ right? So I can just pretend they’re deep and personal esoteric metaphors instead.
But Thrice went onto hiatus in the first place because they felt creatively spent and full-time touring is exhausting, debilitating and expensive. Now they’re back and obviously getting offered lovely wads of cash for exclusive festival appearances, like Hevy, and short tours. Does that dilute their legacy of being a fiercely creative band with punk rock roots?
Probably. But I can’t say I care.
This is the really rewarding aspect of what I do.
Don’t misunderstand me, I love taking photographs of shows. It’s a privilege and so much fun. But getting invited in to help document the creative process and getting an insight that process…that’s the kind of photography that I find really compelling.
Swallows were kind enough to invite me along to the studio for a couple of days while they worked on the six tracks for their new EP: “Haunted”. Here’s a lot of photos and some thoughts about the time I spent with the band.
Bear Arms are well good. They convincingly bolt pop sensibilities and left field influences onto some seriously meaty riffage. Kinda reminds you of what was so cool about post-hardcore in the first place, before it became dominated by pro-tools, those nauseating Punk Goes Pop albums and snapback caps.
King Tut’s has certainly earned it’s reputation over the years, but at the same time it’s also been years since I’ve seen a gig worthy of that reputation in King Tuts. Last night turned out to be one of those gigs.
Trying a new thing. Reviewing bands using infographics because those are cool right? Right?
Here’s a first go on the latest EP from Devil Sold His Soul.
Shambles in Husk are excellent at two things: being pretty noisy and being really fast. That being the case, they deserve credit for playing to their strengths on this debut EP.
I love photographing Swallows. They’re such a physical band that I end up working up a sweat myself just trying to keep up with them. Though its nothing to the sweat these guys produce playing their particular version of frantic and emotive post-hardcore.
Is “The Weird and Wonderful Marmozets” the best rock debut from a UK band for some time? Absolutely. Is it an unadulterated triumph? Not quite.