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Halloween @ The Duke
The Duke Of Wellington
31 October 2007
Photos & Review by Pete

The first treat on the night was not being offered the concession on the door for anyone coming in fancy dress, seeing as how I looked as usual though a black t-shirt to feel more at home. Phew. Then the trick, a Halloween night metal gig - WhooooOOoooOOoooooo! Yeah, lots of long hair, black clothes, big boots, facial piercings, tatts - but also cute fairy wings, medieval yeomen, devils, vikings, several mental hospitals’ worth of blood soaked psychos and a graveyard full of decaying undead to top things off nicely. So every one made the effort apart from about four of us (who are obviously the ones you really have to worry about...) oh and a bloke in a nice suit. Hm.
Plaguesfire, a band of sturdy English oaks, set the torch and burned with an opening set that had the hardcore kids pressed up against the stage with the band towering above. Full of toil the delivery was both relentless and full of shards of jagged energy. Headbangers were grateful.
Kallous vocalist Tom didn’t hang about taking things a step further and performed in the pit which split open to keep the injury levels down a bit. Back on stage the rest of the band kept up a mix of razor sharp guitar cuts and the occasional proggy solo.
Detonal State had all sorts of crazy goings on going on. The pre-performance build up included the theme from sixties TV show ‘Robin Hood’ and a call to kill chavs. Helped out by Jono, the bassist from Clara Maass, the band held it all together despite the vocalist being slaughtered. Still, a nice satanic edge there, though a teensy weensy bit lost at times, understandable especially whenever he fell off the stage. The surprising thing was that the blood stains down his front were probably still all fake by the finish. How’d he do that?
The night had been noise with pleasure all night then it really went all warm and gooey. Headliners Evil Scarecrow from Nottingham have carved a niche that makes you want to rip your heart from your chest and toss it to their feet in gratitude. They come clean and show that at its core heavy metal can be fun. They dare to add a synth and even have some cute little choreographed moves with the whole band headbanging in time and showing they can do two things at once. It teeters on being comic till the rasping voice of Dr Hell crawls down your throat and plants malevolant visions inside you that quickly hatch into baby scorpions and tarantulas that wriggle to your brain and other eveb more vital organs. The chanted opening line of the first song is the hellish “I smell like dead things, I smell like dead things’, which is radicalised late in the song when it closes itself out the with ‘but I still smell better than you’. Throughout the set the wordplay is inventive and deeply funny in a way that most Uni educated indie bands songsmiths would struggle to match. It’s high risk though and some dark and dusty older metal fans head off into the night but the younger kids stay and go with it. The music itself is less than complex but does more than enough and does carry the tiny threat of menace which has to be in there. It’s a top set for a band in any genre and it offers a party vibe perfect for the spirit of Halloween which truly belongs to death fixated metal fans. This is their night. As for another killer line, I bow down before the one who came up with ‘It’s 66 minutes after 6’ and will sacrifice my review on the altar of such maniacal genius.
Pete
Some pics of the night at www.shine.clara.co.uk gigs webspace.
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