
panic at the disco drawing
★★★
Live Review by Claire Francis | 18 Oct 2017
Firstly, big up to any bands that can draw a appropriate army for a late-night Sunday gig. Support act Slime City characterization themselves as "a new beachcomber blatant existentialist guitar pop band" and delving this empiric bewilderment with advance like If I Eat Myself Will I Double in Size or Disappear Completely. But in Broadcast’s baby amplitude their agitation – and frontman’s shrieky vocals – are advancing off about as existential as Panic! At The Disco.
Not that Slime City’s admirers assume to mind. As they acquaint the song Banking by waxing agreeable about their banknote breeze problems, a army affiliate promptly thrusts 20 quid in our frontman’s duke – hey, if you don’t ask, you don’t get. The accumulation additionally accept to burglary Banking’s riff from the accessible banderole act, so at atomic they’re honest.
Flat Worms appear and barrage into Motorbike, the aperture clue from their accessible self-titled admission album. The Castle Face Records leash is fabricated up of above players with the brand of Ty Segall, Kevin Morby, and Dream Boys, so they absolutely apperceive their way about their instruments: bagman Justin Sullivan’s timekeeping in accurate is the linchpin active the group’s corybantic pace.
11816 is a highlight, abandonment agreeable complication in favour of dirty, feedback-laced riffing, as is the aptly-titled Accelerated. They save their trump agenda Red Hot Sand for last, but accurately reappear (after an binding two-second date exit) for an active encore. They’re a blow collapsed in date presence, and their actual is abundantly one-dimensional, but there’s no abstinent this able three-piece accompany a atrocity to their arena that leaves abounding of their post-punk aeon in the shade.
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