Last night I couldn't hide from The Computers. They were everywhere! In my ears, my toes, my face...
First support came from Northern grime-rockers Chickenhawk. Bloody hell and back again! They were more energetic than the Duracell bunny and more intense than RPatz. And kids, what a drummer....What. A. Drummer. He is a hero. I wish there was more I could say, but they were just that good/borderline insane that words seem to fail me.
Sharper than a chicken's talon
Outcry Collective. Oh my, Outcry Collective. Where to begin? Well, Outcry Collective are a singing anthology of Airbourne/Johnny Borrell/The Darkness with no chat and on stage antics which are cheesier than a hobo's sock. Did anyone catch the table top stage dive which nearly wiped out half the crowd waiting in the side lines? Or the really bad Welsh chat? Hmmmm....I think Charlie Dimmock has better support.
Although you'd think even the toughest tough man would be running, no one could bear to hide from The Computers. Rock hard riffs, punky licks and hardcore hits all came together like a beautiful and abrasive punch in the face. The Teenage Tourettes Campers tripped, fell and twisted the mob around their little finger with large shapes, white denim and general dirt (they had as yet failed to wash any of their onstage, all white ensembles. Mum would be so proud!).
Dirty riffy things
Exeter's finest rocked the shit out of Clwb Ifor Bach from start to finish with their own level of home grown Elvis Costello vs. Rocket From The Crypt vs. whoever the hell they like bluesy hardcore. From Love The Music Hate The Kids to Must Try Harder, the punky licks and retro flicks had us salivating for more. And more. And more.
With anecdotes of wetting the bed and recording in LA - yeah, Alex, we know, it's no big deal! - I for one cannot wait for this quartet to get in and out of the studio, in LA ofcourse, to record and release their debut full length album.
BBPD.
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