Battalions are a new band on my radar, A four piece from
. There is a tone of Hull, UK Corby
sludgers Raging Speedhorn about them, massive riffs set against throat
shredding vocals. Indeed during their 3rd song, a two vocal attack adds further
credence to this reference. For the
record, RS owns. There's a southern
flavour to their blend,
style and potent enough to corrode steel. The natural harmonics added to the
riffs brings variety and yet their set is rich in groove. One’s to watch for
Conan burn through a short set but it's blistering. I say it every time, but the drums are what hold this all together and he is metronomic in his precision, against a back drop of Colossal heaviness. It is in wonderment why they haven't been added to the Government’s nuclear deterrent. The seismic shift would wipe out the whole
Rim. Fresh from there recent euro tour, they are devastating and
cohesive beyond words. As a spectator, you wanna head butt someone in the face
just to relieve the pressure on your brain. It is phenomenal stuff and they
just do not disappoint live. What' is striking to me, is that the addition of
the new songs and more progressive elements, adds greater dynamics to their
performance. Not only allowing Paul O’ Neill to unleash his full repertoire,
but by moving away from their earlier more droning sound Conan have added
further appeal to their sound and performance, making their set more engaging
and less a demonstration of power alone.
Conan remain as loud as interplanetary thunder and are band not to be
Tonight’s show feels Epic, it’s like a throw back performance, harking back to the golden age of rock. A Sabbathian serial killer soundtrack. Tracks such as ‘Lambs to the Slaughter (Ian Brady/Myra Hindley)’ are inherently dark in content, yet, heavily versed in metronomic groove, down tuned riffs that saunter down swagger Ville. The music has an arrogance about it, exuding so much charm, you feel submissive to their manoeuvres, falling victim as everyone did this evening, to the power of the riff.
‘Born to Raise Hell’, is a real highlight, the crowd lapping up every blood soaked lick and drum fill, underpinned by the talismanic performance of Fukasawa. He is a real focal point and the guy exudes star quality. The line ‘Born to Raise Hell’ seemingly a mantra to tonights crowd to lose control and let yourself go, it is a truly stunning tune, which encapsulates what Church of Misery are about. No nonsense, no pretense, just a captivating and charismatic performance.
Words by: Aaron Pickford
Pictures : Jez Walshaw