The chilly wind was back on full effect on that Saturday night, where the only three reasons to continue walking were the inclination of the hill (downhill – wheeee!), Converse shoes with holes on “dem soles” and Chino “Berrinches” Moreno screaming about holes in the Earth’s surface.
Standard September night. Selah. Still, there was a good reason to go out, as Scotland’s own Black International were gigging and when this duo beckons, you’d better heed the call or suffer the consequences (i.e. getting made fun of by their rather quick wit).
Without any further ado, I’m gonna say this gig was like watching the Fantastic Four. Not the crappy films (although the Silver Surfer chase was cool) nor the crappier Roger Corman version*. No sireebob, I’m talking proper Fantastic Four: the ones from the 70s show.
Source: The Nerdy Crockett
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Ghost of Alaska were a great surprise. It was their second gig (or so I heard) and they seemed to have that dissonant sound of slacker rock pinned down next to the faux sloppiness of the groovier side of post rock (think Yo La Tengo but louder). Noisy and eclectic, they were H.E.R.B.I.E., the trusty robot the purists might not appreciate.
Great Deeds and the spiders from Mars! They took the stage with the second biggest (in dimension) setlist I’ve seen in my life (the biggest one turned out to be a shopping list by Gigantor). Playing both tracks from their old EP and their new EP, Disastrochimp, their punky jazz is always appreciated. Their caffeine infused set had gems like ‘Chainsaw’ (now with a dab of lyrics), ‘Brick’ (which rocks in an Isaac Brock sort of way) and ‘Blueprint’, a track that explores a bit of math rock while still doing that Punk Jazz. They stretch their talents like Reed Richards in a yoga class (although they treat women better than ol’ Stretchy McWifeBeater).
Black International were a delight. They started their set by yelling “it’s clobberin’ time” (lie) and continued to rock out in a relentless manner (truth). They were the peddlers of the loudest (but not angriest) racket of the night. Sporting a nifty t-shirt (with the band’s logo) and displaying that ever loveable Scottish humour, the band topsied and turvied it’s way around a crowd that was very responsive. With a set opener like ‘A million mouths’, they had to. Pure, unadulterated energy that gave momentum and was kept during tracks like ‘Monument’ and ‘Idle worship’. Packin’ punches like the King of Yancy Street, Ben Grimm (that’s The Thing, btw)
Kimmy Yeah Remember what I said about Black International not being the angriest racket? Well, that tag will be put in the toes of each member of Kimmy Yeah. A loud, angry sound with a lot of technical prowess, they seemed like the natural, perfect group to close the night. The setlist was stupidly lost by me (I wanna say a Barghest stole it), but I think they played ‘Steamship’ and ‘Eat’. What I also remember is that while there was an incident with a string, the band played ‘The Lion Sleeps tonight’, falsetto and all. Any crisis was averted with this loveable cover (which had a few members of the audience singing) and the band came back to the fold. Due to this power to shield themselves from musical catastrophies, I dub them the Invisible Woman of the night. Well protected but ready to attack you with blunt, invisible objects (or “a nice riot”, like their keyboard front reads).
And then the gig ended. Just like Galactus finishing a packet of twinkies with milk (reduced fat – he’s watching his weight). A good show by four bands and a pretty receptive crowd, which is sometimes a sight for sore eyes in Sheffield.
Words & Photos: Sam J. Valdés López
*Random: when the first Fantastic Four film came out in 2005, the pirate copies in México‘s street shops was the Roger Corman version, so people thought the film was shittier than it actually was.