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Thursday, 20 December 2012

REVIEW: Evolution of Man, Gurt, Bast, & Psyflyer

A Sunday night is a strange one for a gig, especially in a new venue. Nevertheless Si & Steve headed down to DNA in Lowesmoor, Worcester to see this mash-up of bands. The venue is famous around these parts for putting on regular rock & metal nights in the past, and since re-opening, its new slick & trendy appearance usually attracts the club scene rather than those who wear black. It's still early days for DNA, and even though the turnout was not massive for this event, the club are going to be hosting more regular live music & rock nights in the coming future. 

Psyflyer opened the gig, their psychedelic shoe-gaze led by Sophia Liana, an excellent guitarist. The talent of this band shone through some minor technical difficulties towards the beginning of their set. This along with a very abrupt sound-check led to a nasty sound and raw-as-fuck feel, whether intentional or not.

Gurt had been moved from their headline slot to second to accommodate their travel back to London, (presumably so they could go and have Sunday roast with their grandparents), this crew of sludge-merchants delivered a doomy-bluesy pounding to every head in the room. I'm pretty sure the vocalist was Fredrik Thordendal but I'm defiantly wrong, (check picture).

Bast, another London based band with roots in Worcestershire performed next. This band of 3 members manage to create a huge atmosphere, comparable to bands such as Winterfylleth and Cult of Luna.
I can very easily get bored of metal below 200bpm, but Bast manage to capture the listener's attention and hold it until the end, leaving you wanting more.

Evolution of Man are a local sludge/grunge/stoner rock band, moved up to the top of the bill, to stand in for Gurt. The energy and attitude this band have is great, they interacted with the small crowd well, and managed to keep the punters happy towards the end of the night. Their Alice in chains-style groovy tunes set a great backdrop for cracking open a tin and smoking until you pass out. 

All in all, a brilliant turn-out for a Sunday night in a new club. Beer prices were £3 a pint, so not ideal, but not enough to scare you into sobriety. 



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