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One Big Wellington Boot
The Horse & Groom
11 May 2008
Photos & Review by Pete
Like Kellogg’s brand cornflakes One Big Wellington Boot are right up there with that sheer consistency of quality control thing. They manage top taste and sunshiney wonderfulness of product. For this I would like to say ‘THANK YOU, DAVE’. And er, where was everybody? Aw.
Imybike were in position and revving up nicely when I finally got in. They had their dozen teen fans up front - which actually should have made it impossible for anyone else to see as it only takes three people to obscure the stage area in this tricky venue - but fortunately these were the legendary Lincoln girl live-music fans all of whom are under four feet tall - therefore allowing an unobstructed view to everyone else. (Over four feet.) Excellent.
For a band that that have broken up and reformed enough times to perhaps even confuse themselves it was intriguing to see what had become of IMYBIKE’s engaging, mad muso-noise attack pop thing. Hey it’s grown up! They mini synth and laptop’s have gone, replaced by a current formation of three insistent guitars and some ram-raid drums. Out too with the loose indiscriminate musical free-for-all approach, replaced by some well-constructed, mature purposefulness. These guys have known each other since they were little kids and are now working WITH each other as a team without totally losing that important IMYBIKE ingredient of dysfunctional childish abandon. In particular, Colin’s accusatory vocals still manage to convey a perfectly judged sense of frustration and powerlessness. Despite the young fan base, the smirky glances within the band and jokey ‘the next songs shit’ stuff this band really aren’t actually kids mucking about anymore, it’s serious.
Three piece Marvin from France have been touring just one week now and yet tonight was the first time they found the stamina needed to pull off a complete set. No easy thing for a band that burn-off such colossal amounts of energy - and are obviously unafraid of possible environmental consequences for the whole planet. Theirs was to be a phenomenal achievement at every level and one of the most gripping live performances I’ve ever witnessed. From what I heard after, I wasn’t alone in feeling this either. This success wasn’t immediately clear as they opened slightly cautiously with a wailing, bending guitar sound creeping out from amongst a heavy synth and electronic ensemble mash and some majestic drumming. It was enough to get your attention though and almost prepare people for what was about to come. The perfect storm of the second song unleashed a howling guitar, wailing dirty keyboards and immense lashing thrash stickwork all to staggeringly good effect. It was like an audio grenade lobbed into the room and the impact was to create a rush of shocked excitement that rippled quickly from front to back like a shockwave. And this was just a marker, the standard wasn’t to slip from now on and quickly the audience engaged fully with it, soon massively cheering the band on, encouraging what was a ferocious, impressive display of Gallic passion that never let us or themselves down. It was dark, sweaty, involving headrushes of sound that generated wonderment and joy. It was hardcore bliss from then on in - and thank god they were persuaded to go back and attempt to toil over one last song as it was jarring to have them actually finish. One last song and then they did manage to stagger off stage, leaving a little trail of drips of sweat all over the floor behind ‘em. I simply staggered outside just wanting to stop people in the street to tell them what had happened - I’d been hit by shrapnel from a grenade or something and was slightly delirious.
More pics at www.shine.clara.co.uk/gigs webspace.
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