Rated 5 out of
Heck are a force of nature. Black Peaks shattered the Earth
The Talking Heads has certainly moved up a notch. The quality of acts at the old venue was always good, but the new format works amazingly well. Sound is great, size and stage are perfect for the room.
This Be The Verse kicked off the night with brutal, energetic, industrial-scale ear beef. A weirdly intimidating yet simultaneously delightful frontman kept the mood aggy and alive.
Heck. Just go to a Heck show. Just see what happens. It's utter chaos and THE MOST fun you can have watching a band perform. You become a prop, a microphone stand and a wary reveller in a circus of mayhem that's as fun as it is exhausting. I've twice witnessed their guerilla-style assault on the senses and can firmly say I am a believer. Nothing comes close to this and an intimate venue is the best place for a close encounter with this force of nature. Be prepared. Be cautious if you must. But most certainly be there.
After a slim period of recovery, Black Peaks took to the stage with their refreshing brand of complex, crushing and gorgeous music. In Will Gardner, the band has found a vocalist with a fearsome range and impeccable control. I could only describe his vocal style as a novelty.
In no way is that label meant cheapen it. It is novel, but in a way that doesn't get old. His blood-curdling, guttural lows are offset by his unimaginable top register wail, that he executes so seamlessly and perfectly that it melts your mind. It's the equivalent of gymnastics with the human voice, and every twist and turn is like listening to a double backflip. His sweet, dulcet tones are a curious mirror, an insight into his less tangible talents and gifts but a testament to his skill.
And he certainly knows how to entertain a crowd. If only the stage was a little bigger...
Joe Gosney's guitar and Liam Kearly's drums paint a ferocious scene of battery, but their moments of moody atmospherics are arguably their best. Joe didn't miss a single note, even while surfing the crowd. He doesn't just have chops. He has pork chops.
Special shout out to Andrew Gosden, a bass player who's cracked a sound so all-consuming that it renders a second guitar utterly obsolete.
If you're looking for your next high-octane carnival of riffery, Black Peaks are the answer. Listen, love and fall into the circus.
Date published: 2016-09-19