Tankerville eased punters into the night with their short sharp heavy fuzz. Their between song banter was great, and their humorous take on punk certainly kept fans keen. They had plenty of songs to play and few of them crept over a minute.
Shepperton Aeroplane, provided a weird sense of familiarity – that could be because two thirds of the Peep Tempel were acting as the rhythm section. They were characteristically locked in with one another, and the two guitarists had some room to breathe. Each song felt quite different as each member shared vocal responsibilities. From dirty guitar lines to psych jams that make you forget where you are, they ran the gamut of post-punk soundscapes.
The Shabbab continued to excite with their weird garage jams. Watching Kosta play the drums as Vito dropped between bass and keys with Said’s wild guitar over the top really got the crowd going.
It was hard to know what to expect as the King Brothers come out on stage. The feeling in the room was ecstatic. Within the first five minutes, it was quite clear that these Japanese punks had come here to win. While spending most of his time in the crowd, Marya continued to beam intensity. All the while, Keizo and Taichi locked in and held the show together.
Seeing the enigmatic force of a vocalist float atop of the crowd from the stage to the sound desk was life-giving. Wildly entertaining and always keeping you on your toes, King Brothers constantly put on some of the most memorable shows that anyone is likely to see.
Throughout the show, the crowd watched in awe of these non-stop crazy punk rock’n’rollers. They had everyone completely engaged with what they were doing. If you had the opportunity to see them, you better pack your earplugs.
By Gus Holian
Image: Carbie Warbie
Highlight: All the craziness.
Lowlight: Not packing earplugs.
Crowd Favourite: All the singalongs.
