Mon 6 Apr – A Place to Bury Strangers, Darker My Love and Dead Confederate
On some nights you're lucky if you get one good performance; tonight the crowd of baying noise lovers got three.
To start things off in dramatic fashion were the Dead Confederates, from Athens, Georgia. The five members create quite a racket, somewhere between grunge and post rock. Swooping guitar climaxes and moody instrumentals are their forte, led by frontman Hardy Morris' pained delivery. The vocalist/guitarist stomps insolently at the front of the stage, his lean frame and slacker fringe lending him a childish air. Not that he or his troupe were apathetic; quite the opposite. Their dark, slightly Southern Gothic brand of post rock is delivered with serious intensity. The drums drums crash with vigour and the guitars burn with great fire and angst. It was quite something to behold.
Darker my love were up against a sterling previous performance but held their own against two heavyweight noise mongers. …
On some nights you're lucky if you get one good performance; tonight the crowd of baying noise lovers got three.
To start things off in dramatic fashion were the Dead Confederates, from Athens, Georgia. The five members create quite a racket, somewhere between grunge and post rock. Swooping guitar climaxes and moody instrumentals are their forte, led by frontman Hardy Morris' pained delivery. The vocalist/guitarist stomps insolently at the front of the stage, his lean frame and slacker fringe lending him a childish air. Not that he or his troupe were apathetic; quite the opposite. Their dark, slightly Southern Gothic brand of post rock is delivered with serious intensity. The drums drums crash with vigour and the guitars burn with great fire and angst. It was quite something to behold.
Darker my love were up against a sterling previous performance but held their own against two heavyweight noise mongers. …
