I should probably admit something to you now – I was quite drunk when I went to this gig. The thing is, it’s nearly Christmas and we went to the pub before the show for a couple of Pints Of Christmas (Guinness with Tia Maria in it) to get warmed up. Then it was onto Shoreditch to one of my favourite venues in London.
When: 28 November, 2013
Where: The Village Underground, London
Beer: £4 for a cheap lager
Average age: 25
Cost of a t-shirt: N/A
Best bit: Wet Blanket.
Worst bit: Lack of movement from everyone.
If you’ve not been to the Village Underground and you live in London then get your shit together and head down. It’s a massive brick tunnel with one of the loudest soundsystems this side of Motörhead and tonight it’s absolutely rammo. I can hardly bloody move in my half-cut condition which is just as well cos you can’t really dance to Metz.
In a sonic punch of fuzzy punk the Canadian trio crash and bang their way through an hour(ish) of hardcore-tinged noisy ragers so sharp they could mince diamonds. Standing on the edge of shoegaze, post-punk and grunge, the volume and quality of the music is staggering and everyone in this underground room is losing all kinds of shit to the latest rad-ass punks to come out of Toronto. (If you don’t believe me on how good the Toronto punk scene is, do some Googling.)
It’s a stripped down and raw set with little in the way of crowd interaction and there’s no encore, it’s straight up ‘Fuck you I’m going to come along and play my songs and you’re going to like it’. Rounding up with a cover of The Damned’s Neat Neat Neat (which didn’t go over as much as the songs from their album) and Wet Blanket it’s back out into the cold night with ears ringing like someone rammed a steel pole deep into your skull. Worth it.
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