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Anti-pop
Featuring The Drella’s, Metro Manila Aide, The Dead Class &
The Fraktures
Monochrome, Sound City
20th May 2009
Reviewed by
If you missed ‘Anti-pop’ at Monochrome, Sound City you lost
out. The venue held colossal music in a crimson shell. Omnipresent Metro
Manila Aide opened and word is they’re ‘The scrap metal
band of the future’ and rub trunks with Ganesha. Fraktures
followed in with powerhouse rock to set the tone. They entertained a swollen
crowd but ‘There were No Irish, No Whites, and Woof Woof’
when The Dead Class wailed into the
arena.
The stage show commenced with white masks, orange boiler suit, a siren
and an ooze of imagination. It all felt too much as they ripped into the
crowd with ‘Living in the Age of Paranoia.’
Oh lord sonar, we knew we were in for it. The band blistered under the
spotlight and all hitting, there was no easy way out. This group is as
real as it gets.
Ever revealing they gave freely stories like, ‘I’m
a Hanging Basket,’ and without room to pull breath we got,
‘You Never Know What Happens Next’.
It turned out the boy in the orange boiler suit, with ‘The
Hole in His Heart’ undressed and pranced across the stage.
Secretly the band was bringing in the next number which just so happened
to be ‘Mr Donkey.’ It
all got messy when ‘My Machine,’
violated all terms and conditions and sadly ended with the wily chap bleating
about ‘The Loneliest Man in the World.’
I think not, in skinny white arse jeans and ‘woof woof’ tee,
the Dead Class frontman topped the biscuit. Without doubt they are music
animals of worth and a live act to shine a searchlight torch at.
Then turning in the name of the Queen and Jesus it was The
Drellas leg. With cocky shirt and guitar, drummer gone ape, long
plaits and a sparkly cheeked girl giving you what for, this band was violent
art. Their raw and very rare excitable mood dominated. The total cash
converting was ten times worth the £3 entrance with the whole caboodle
being nigh on short of zoomorphic.
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