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The Bivouac
5th September 2008
Photos & Review by Pete

Bearing in mind Steve Hawkins promoter at the Biv had been bulleting tonight’s gig on Myspace every 75 minutes for the last two weeks it was still a nice surprise to find a queue to get in stretching all the way to the bottom of the stairs at the Duke of Wellington and at 8.15pm on a rainy old Friday night. As well as money on the door for the bands it helped provide a nice little buzz of anticipation for everyone who showed up.
Much of that tingle turned out to be the staggering turn-out for just the first of the local outfits, The Panic Theory, arriving on stage to wild whooping from their fifty or so mates who quickly pushed up front en masse to show support. As the band opened with their first number it was obvious that they knew how to make music with plenty of rumble and heavy with excitement. The enthusiastic playing from Tom, Richard and Pat provided plenty of reassurance for the vocal from frontwoman Alice Banks, which at times was cutely off-key and flat and perhaps as a result was full of engaging personality. The real stunning revelation was after their fine set discovering this was in fact the Panic Theory’s debut gig.
The next theory up was the Drive By Theory with Matt, Ants, Andy and Will who proved impressively well up for it despite the room having mostly emptied by the time they were on. Musically I gotta say there were weaknesses here and at times I kinda lost interest - but their commitment to the performance was irresistible and that counted for a lot. They showed loads of determination and have a closeness that by the end I noticed I was happily applauding - along with a keen crowd of thirty or so kids who had been pulled back upstairs by the sheer willpower of this hard-working band.
A third band to display a monsoon’s worth of pride and passion were Joe Actually - who looked when setting up far too chilled to give any clue to what they were about to produce - oh yeah - SCREAMO!!!!! Aston Dobson was totally at home up front giving it everything - but what was soon both confusing and thrilling was the incoming backing vocal from bassist Mike which being near identical in tone and intensity added a sense of disorientation. Ash and Andy stoked it with relentless energy getting the crowd churning up front. As they piled into the set Aston started to let slip little neuro gestures, shaped by inner forces, like his arm oddly twisted behind his back and then pulling his shirt up onto his face. One mad reflex led him to pull off the mic and futilely shout into the exposed end of the live cable, before wrapping it around his neck. A bit unexpected - and curiously involving.
Good, sweaty entertainment and as they finished and the cheers died down, despite pleas by the band for people to hang around for the headliners it was soon apparent only a hardcore were gonna stick around and it all went very quiet. All very Lincoln and a bit embarrassing.
This City (NME faves at the mo) up from Brighton had already endured a shit day, what with not only the relentless rain but their van breaking down yet they showed the true spirit that wins fans as they showed us that although coming from down South they could still be arsed to give it a proper good go for us here in rainy, van-busting nowheresville. They did this by being amazing. By being gorgeous and amazing. Yes, even with the camp country-boy plaid shirts thing it was all amazing. As too was the super great hair, the extreme skinniness, piercings and tatts etc - yet none of this really hinted at the zaniness and thing of wonder that is their on-stage persona once they actually get going. They dance like possessed groovy girls who have been training long and hard for a new Olympic event that as hosts in 2012 Britain will be introducing for the first time, to the World’s amazement. A gold medal is in the bag based on these guys phenomenal moves. Consequently any photos could not hope to enough to convey what and who This City really are, they are just so wildly bendy and bouncy. For such a little stage at the Biv that no-one in this five piece band got knocked senseless by an untimely collision was simply either a miracle or more proof of their skills level. They just go for it and it looks oddly synchronised and fantastic. Oh, as for the music: a satisfying blend of hardcore and indie that they have made all their own. It’s not revolutionary but it’s imposing and stylish. Arran, Grant, George and Nick do more than enough to allow ultra man-waif Chris Purr to get on with giving full entertainment up front. He’s got so much smart charm and Iggy/Brandon charisma he could probably do fuck all and it would be interesting but the way he covers the front of the stage suggests an eagerness to engage with the crowd and he has no trouble quickly instigating a mad mosh that lasts throughout the set and culminates in odd acts of touching devotion from kids at the front. Cos it’s mostly young people who get along to Biv nights the numbers started to thin as it got later but it was clear they were hanging on till the last possible second to run for last busses - finally begging for recent single ‘Kids With Fireworks’ which the band happily pulled it forward to give ‘em what they wanted - and it all got a bit mental. Amazing and gorgeous mental.
More pics at www.shine.clara.co.uk/gigs webspace.
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