Portis Head have been off the radair for a nearly a decade now, however there far from dead and gone, sadly I couldn’t make the show at Hammersmith last night. But here’s a really snappy review I found online:
http://www.musicomh.com/music/gigs/portishead_0408.htm
Enjoy!
Just thought I’d take this very early oppertunty to mention that New Found Glory are touring again in the UK in November 2008.
Here’s a review of one of thier shows I had the pleasure of going to last year.
It’s not a good gig unless you go home with at least one big purple bruise. New Found Glory had it all, bottle throwing, middle fingers being flashed at the support bands, tiny girls unwillingly participating in needlessly violent mosh pits, and the almost primal chant of “NFG!” being hollered during any point of lengthy silence. But that being said – it was the most cheerful atmosphere I’ve ever experienced. Ever.
It was the first ever gig my boyfriend had been to in his entire life. Even at his tender age of 19, a good 18 months older than me, I felt like as proud as a mother would taking her first child to their very first sports day. Despite the surprisingly violent pit at the gig, every one so was near disgustingly friendly, I even found myself not only pitying the scene queens, and people who insist on PDA mid mosh pit, but even helping them up after I had “accidentally” launched into them across the mosh.
By the encore, 4 bottles of water, 1 lost bandana, several slams into the barrier, and God knows how many decibels of noise later, I still hadn’t had enough. But something was missing, something that in would make this fantastic gig legendry.
As the lights where fading up and people started to filter out, NFG returned to the stage for one last time. Doling out souvenirs, guitar picks, play lists and the like. And then it hit me. A drum stick straight in the face. Making it a gig I’ll never forget.
Biffy Clyro are possibly one of the only bands in Brittan, if not the world at the moment, which can still be exclusively defined as just plain Rock.
Although Biffy has yet to reach chart fame (with only one of their fourteen singles reaching the top twenty) there current fans, though few and far between are possibly some of the most faithful fans ever. Whilst recently on the Kerrang tour, I felt a mass amount of sympathy for the other bands that played before them; it was blatant that 99% of people in that room were there for Biffy and Biffy only. Far from the electric and masturbatory tones that filled the main hall at Rock City, Biffy presence on stage looked more like it was a mere jamming session in their parent’s garage than a near sell out tour, and that there were genuinely happy to play for us. Even though its common knowledge that all members smoke cannabis regularly both on and off tour, their music, especially live, has no need for chemical enhancement what so ever. I’m hoping that the uninhibited cry of “Mon the Biffy!” will soon be set free amongst the rock and roll masses every where.
