So, the eagerly awaited Club Dead 2 graced our diaries last Saturday, and it way surpassed expectations. After arriving to industrial music booming into the souls and stereos, and with the bleakly lit, red lights in place, it appeared that all were heading for a tip top evening.
We were lucky enough to have ‘live specimens’ according to the poster, and with names such as ‘Skin horse’, it wouldn’t surprise me if there had been jars of glycerine on display with horse skin and flesh on show, with an eyeball or two thrown in for good measure. But no, they were the band first up on the bill.
They’re a local duo, with Ben smashing out fuzzing, riding riffs on his bass, whilst Andy plays the drums with vigour and intensity that could only really be comparable to having the arms of an octopus. You need to go and watch this band. They’ll take you on a trip to wherever you want to go. They are stupefying.
Next up to entertain the commendable turnout was a hardcore band from the realms of Leicester called ‘Nothing Clean’. They seemed right at home in The Booth Hall playing a set that stormed through the crowds guts, with wee minute songs. Together the band undercovered a ray of emotion that hopefully a psychologist would never get hold of, as they’ll be renedered incapable way past their retirement date.
Headlining were the heavy, penetrating Fetus Christ, which are local lads who sound like they want you to listen. And if you don’t listen, they might kill you. They’ve got a grindcore thing going on, and they breezed through their set. The crowd was buzzed, as a mosh pit began and the crazy energy filled the room
So, crazy energy downstairs (dancing later, nuff said)…and with the black and white films rolling, a chilled vibes upstairs. You can take the energy or chill if you will.
Club Dead 2 was rad. Here’s to the next one
Photography by Nick Vidal-Hall