Last night I experienced rock. Tattoo clad, ear wrestling, teeth shaking rock from The Kix, Slaves To Gravity and Black Spiders melted me, and about 200 other gig goers, down to the quick.
Girls who play guitars, The Kix, laid bare punchy covers of ACDC and Jet classics and a number of orginal emo pop tunes, which on the outside may have sounded akin to distorted noise but on closer examination showed potential to win over more than a 50 strong starter crowd.
We were then served a slice of modern rock pie from the Slaves To Gravity menu. Delicious licks of hardrock candied together with songs dripping in abrasive riffs and hip shaking rhythms entertained the undeservedly meagre crowd. Playing hard, despite being in front of a crowd who looked more like they were waitin for their A level exams results than for a rock show to kick in, Slaves To Gravity, completed by Tommy Gleeson on vocals and guitar, Toshi Ogawa on bass, Mark Verney on lead guitar and Jase Bowld on drums, showed their gumption and flare and flagged themselves, with an album due for release this year, as one to watch. Warning: streaming tracks will not prepare you for these boys live but you can do so at www.myspace.com/slavestogravity.
After being warmed up by Tommy and co, Black Spiders came, saw and conquered in Clwb with their anecdotes of Daisy Duke/death-by-Kiss dreams, haunting intros and brain damaging head banging. Mangle this togther with manical expressions frightening enough to send Freddie Kruger into a month of sleepless nights and you'll get close to imagining the situ. What good is a rock without a roll? Not much. But the way the guitarists go so naturally from physically abusing their axes to tenderly stroking it like they are embracing a loved one is surely the bigger question to ask.
All in all, maniacs in guyliner, noir threads and seemingly on the edge of serial homocide were the flavour of the night. My body is yet to recover from the abuse.