Review & photos by: Hannah Cole.
Unsure of where exactly Brighton’s Concorde 2 was located, it was with sheer delight and hilarity that the infamous ‘Captain Caveman’ yell greeted my ears walking down the sea front, assuring me that I was most definitely in the right place and that the UK’s favourite ghost with the most was currently inside sound checking.
Local act Orestea were quick to get the show off to a good start, opening up their set with The Game and Miss Catastrophe, both from their most recent EP This Is An Overture. Stopping briefly, Orestea’s turqoise-haired vocal powerhouse, Lisa Avon, informed the slowly growing crowd that her 15 year old self would be incredibly jealous of her current position, before launching into new song The Proposal which boasts a much maturer sound to their previous work. Orestea are certainly different in comparison to the other bands on the bill, and perhaps not and obvious choice for such a show, but we like different and it seems the crowd agree, giving them a great reception as they exit the stage.
A surprisingly short while later, Sweden’s Sister burst onto the stage and wasted no time in picking up the pace with an all out aural assault. Looking much more the part, their infectious concoction of sleazy punk rock combined with masses of energy and with songs such as Bullshit & Backstabbing, Slay Yourself and Spit On Me in their arsenal, they were very simply fucking fantastic to watch and go down a storm with the crowd. Before long (and entirely too soon) they finish up their set with Too Bad For You and make way for the coming attraction..
Arriving on stage to intro track Death Arise and launching straight into his latest monster The Dixie Dead’s opening track Blood Sucker, it’s evident right from the start that as usual, Wednesday 13 and his trusted cohorts will be taking no prisoners and have nothing short of a night to remember in store.
With a band as charismatic as Wednesday 13, it’s impossible not to enjoy yourself, especially when they are churning out classics such as The Ghost Of Vincent Price,Till Death Do Us Party, Rot For Me, I Walked With A Zombie and even R.A.M.B.O from way back in the Frankenstein Drag Queens From Planet 13 era in amongst newer Dixie Dead era songs that perhaps not everybody is yet familiar with.
Of course, no Wednesday 13 show is complete without an encore, this time consisting of Scream Baby Scream, I Love To Say Fuck and perhaps one of horror rock’s greatest yet still largely underrated gems, Bad Things.
It’s with disappointment that the show comes to a close and credit must be given where it is due. Though the Concorde 2 is a far cry from the grandeur of London’s KOKO where our last meeting took place, their performance tonight comes equal to, if not better than that of their previous visit.
Shot and reviewed the Brighton date of Wednesday 13’s recent UK tour, lots more photos up soon!
Photographing a very special motherfucker again very soon…
I’m coming for you Brighton!
For most, it would seem a tad unusual that there is only one support band for a show in a venue such as the Islington Academy, for us though, it makes perfect sense considering who tonight’s headliners are. One of the most iconic bands to ever grace this Earth, pioneers of the horror-punk subgenre, the one and only, The Misfits.
Taking to the stage dead on time are Chicago punk rock trio JuiceheaD, the crowd cheer loud as the band make their way on stage and immediately get stuck into their first song of the night quickly followed by their second. While the band seemingly go down well with the crowd, I personally feel that the music is far too monotonous and quite frankly uninteresting, even for a punk rock band. A usual blend of fast paced snare heavy drumming, husky vocals and one tone guitar, does little arouse my usual love of punk music. Regardless, they are received well by the crowd and serve as a good warm up for the icons who will take to the stage soon after.
A brief changeover full to the brim with cheering as the impressive stage set is unveiled, chants of “Misfits! Misfits! Misfits!”and the occasional squeal of excitement from fans on the far side as they catch glimpses of front manJerry Onlystomping his foot, psyching himself up for the show that is now only minutes away. Before we know it,Onlyhas wandered across the stage, closely followed by drummer Eric “Chupacabra” Arceand guitarist Dez CadenaofBlack Flagfame.
Boasting an impressive 37 song set, they waste no time kicking into opening songsThe Devil’s Rain, Vivid RedandLand of the Dead. They relentlessly pummel the crowd with another 14 songs before everyone really starts to get into it and enjoy themselves, after a quick change of instrumentsOnlysimply says the word‘psycho’and the crowd let out a roar of excitement, it seems, finally we will be hearing some of the classics.
WithOnlybeing the only remaining original member ofthe Misfitsand never having been a vocalist during this time, many fans would argue that the band before us are no longerThe Misfitsbut a tainted, watered down gimmick of the former horror punk kings. Many feel as thoughOnlyis not up to par and does not do theGraves/ Danzigera’s any justice. It is pretty clear to me that these fans are sadly mistaken as the band play through the remainder of their set consisting of classics; American Psycho, Scream, Halloween, Skulls, Where Eagles Dare, Hatebreeders, We Bite, Mommy! Can I go out and kill tonight?, All Hell Breaks Looseand We Are 138.The lights go dark and the band have disappeared, a quick two minute breather before they return for an encore of more classics;Descending Angel, Hybrid Moments, Cryin’ on a Saturday Night(at the which time, a big bearded tech insisted I slow dance with him!) and the last song of the night, the one song that everybody knows, the song that every member of the crowd was singing at the top of their lungs to,Die, Die, My Darling.
With that, the set ended andOnlyleft the stage to join the crowd at the barrier. He made his way up and down the barrier several times, signing autographs, posing for photos and thumbing his eye make up onto the foreheads of fans. It seems as though he stayed there, signing autographs until the venue had emptied a half hour later, after 30+ years, it is remarkable to see a band who still has so much respect for their fans.