Well, what a fucking gig that was.
Like taking a ride on the Magical Mystery Tour with the Hair Bear Bunch and T-Rex.
There are times when you go to a gig with an expectation and completely get floored. I expected it to be good, don’t get me wrong, I was looking forward to it. But did I expect that? No, not really.
A gig to me is the whole package. The support band, the headline act. When the support is good, the headline must follow. Usurp if anything. Feed off the platform the support has built and go on.
Creatures, this time, were the support. A support that, even with a quick check of social media, were relatively unknown. Completely unknown to myself. But what you do find adds to the mystique. It’s the not knowing that gets you.
How to explain them then? Well, picture a band dreamt up by Wes Anderson. A band of 70s looking cowboys straight out of Westworld armed with psychedelic guitar riffs and all the hair. A band playing songs that could easily sit as a Quinten Tarantino soundtrack. Big, rolling basslines and an organ for good measure. The complimentary mystique works but it’s ultimately very fucking rock and roll.
The front man, theatrical. Everything song felt like a story, a journey we were embracing together. Each band member felt like they had a story, nailed on.
Creatures were encapsulating, eyes transfixed, smiles widening. The crowd filling up yet the bars remained empty.
Go see them, if you can.
So to Temples. Following something with as much allure, and hair, can’t be easy.
It’s been three years since they released their debut album, Sun Structures, and three years since they last played Leadmill.
Psychedelic to the core, their new offering, Volcano, brought an added dimension of electro. Another layer to the trip. More synths, more lights, more hair. The light show simple, yet so effective. White strobes cut the room adding to the intrigues.
Opening with new single All Join In, before banging into first album tune ‘Colours To Life’, the 60s were being brought to life and in some style.
The whole night was a trip, a journey, a mystery if truth be told. Frontman James Bagshaw looks like he’s been knocking about with Mark Bolan, Jim Morrison and Robert Plant for years. He sounds like he’s been jamming with them for longer.
Sharing a title with the debut album, ‘Sun Structures’ coupled enthralling, almost enchanting, keys with big guitar solos. You kind of feel Bagshaw is constantly about to drop into Led Zeppelin’s Rock And Roll but for the keys enticing you back into the journey. The equivalent of the drop of the shoulder.
New songs ‘Certainty’ and ‘(I Want to Be Your) Mirror’ preceded everybody’s favourite Magner’s advert song, ‘Keep In The Dark’ and it went off – still there’s a bit that wrangles with me that it was selling shite cider.