Death
Metal
A Night in Weston Super
Mare
What can I say? This was a local
gig in a snooker club, with local bands, most of whom do not look old enough to
drink alcohol or even reach high enough to even see over a snooker table let
alone play on it. DJ Ghost told me about the gig and asked me if I wanted to go
along with him. “Why not?” I thought, “it is at least a night out!” I was not
expecting a lot to be honest.
I was wrong.
Very, very wrong…
We found the venue, the Green
Baize in the centre of Weston and noticed that there were the usual sort of
metal fans hanging about outside having a smoke. From inside came the delicious
sound of Iron Man by Black Sabbath, gently muffled by closed doors and a large
stairway. We climbed the stairs, the music getting louder, the atmosphere
getting darker!
Inside, it was pretty bleak, a
dark cavernous room, a small stage and what looked like a feeble PA system. A
few bearded twenty somethings wandered around looking cool, t-shirts emblazoned
with the names of much loved heavy metal bands. I was warming to the venue,
right up until the first band hit the stage and then I fell in love with the
place.
The first band, Theories of
Revolution, were a group of young lads all of whom looked like fairly typical
metal head types, straggly beards, faded t-shirts and yet rather more pairs of
glasses than you usually see head banging. They played the sort of rousing
metal that makes men with very large and much sharper swords, charge naked (except
for a covering of blue war paint!) into battle screaming obscenities! They did
a couple of covers with the skill you expect from a regularly gigging pub band,
but then announced that they had not played a gig together for well over a
year. A band with no practice should not sound that good. A thirty minute set
just did not feel long enough.
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| Theories of Revolution |
The second band were frankly
amazing, they blasted a pure brutal death metal, played with the smothering
intensity of a land slide. I was happily buried by Gelgothen and knew by half
way through the first song that I really liked this band. The humour of the
band was clearly coming through, they loved making the music almost as much as
the crowd loved hearing it. However the two second song had me in fits, the
introduction to the song lasted longer than the song itself and yes, they were good,
reminding me of Napalm Death at their most fun brutality.
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| Gelgothen |
Band number three were Made to
Waste, a biblical apocalyptic terror given the form of a death metal band,
clearly well rehearsed, using the stage with the casual elegance of a band who
know that they own the crowd. This was precision metal artillery, a furious
nuclear assault of the most brutal death metal that was showcased that night. Claiming
that the pit was enthusiastic is understatement indeed, the pit infront of the
stage was mesmerising with the friendly beatings they were giving each other.
Yet as soon as the song ends, the hulks that were battering the shit out of
each other embrace each other with warmth of the death metal brotherhood. It
would be fair to say that this band with their cheeky smiles and ferocious
sound wiped the floor with us as we were watching and we loved them for doing
it to us. This is a band that deserves the recognition of a big record label
and a world tour, they exude the air of a band that have been gigging for more
years than they could possibly have been alive. At one point during the start
to a particularly brutal song, the lead singer broke a string on his guitar.
Stopping the show immediately he showed us with pride the damage done and asked
us to cheer until the guitarist from another band lent him another guitar. We
cheered because he asked us and we were his to command.
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| Made to Waste |
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| Made to Waste |
While Made to Waste were playing,
I was misfortunate enough to see the saddest sight of the evening, which as a
lesbian woman I have thought about a lot because I do not want to come across
as unkind or militant. So let’s not beat about the bush (trust me, I have tried
that and the result is not fun!), young women in the metal scene; stop trying
to excite male members of the pit by making them think that just maybe, they
can participate in a three way with you and your pretty female friend! Flashing
your knickers while your friend grinds away at your nether regions really does
nothing for your dignity. So stop it!
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| Made to Waste |
Throne of Demise hit the stage
while I was chatting with friends. However, I am not sure if that was their
name to be honest, at the start of the gig they claimed to now be called the
Mother Fuckers! With a sound that reminded me in parts of Pantera or even Slayer,
they stormed across the stage with enthusiastic brutality, mixing classic death
metal growls with clean vocals. However, following a band like Made to Waste
would be a challenge even for Slayer or Pantera, so a band that sounded similar
was going to struggle.
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| Throne of Demise |
Between the bands a couple of
local DJ’s filled the quiet with some classic old school metal, the beer flowed
and the atmosphere never swayed from loving good nature. I have been a metal
head since my teens and I have never taken for granted that loving embrace of
comradeship shared between drunken death metal fans. It is one of the most
brutal forms of music, with a lyrical content that can shock and horrify, but
at it’s heart is a feeling that just maybe, things can be good if you just
tried being nice to other people and listen to brutal
Death fucking Metal
Both Ghost and I had a wicked
time, I started from a point of view that was expecting a few kids squawking out
badly played Nirvana covers. But we were knocked sideways when professional,
well rehearsed and extremely brutal metal bands floored us with a display of
aural violence that I have not seen since Extreme Noise Terror in London ,
back in the nineties. If you get the chance to see any of these bands then do
so, you will not be disappointed.
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| Gelgothen |
