Manchester - Roadhouse September 2
Stiring the crowd up after claiming "nuclear war was imminent and you have 24 hours left to go to as many gigs as possible" was
as good as start we've heard for a while. Hey any rock band that has a singer/guitarist dressed in a Mickey Mouse t-shirt
is fine by me. Rock hasn't been this much fun since Therapy? started pogoing in the isles. Now slimmed down to a three-piece
after shedding Billy Dalton, the guys have lost none of their "visceral wallop" as they put it. "Visceral wallop" here translated into
being smacked in the face with the fiercest guitar-pop in Christendom. The musical style weighing somewhere betweeen
Therapy? and Helmet. What is it with crazy Irish guys writing ass kicking guitar-pop. Therapy? Ash? Kerbdog? The new
material here being slightly more commercial than on their debut album, though the band have still been able to accomplish this
without losing their skill to sculpt and blend riffs into post-grunge masterpieces. The band drew on the stronger tracks such as
Dry Riser and Schism from their 1994 debut album, though the set consisted mainly on the forthcoming album and the
recent EP JJ's Song, which if the live airing is anything to go by, is fucking brillant. The entire preformance was conducted
with confidence and style that suggests that it won't be long before ticket prices rise and Kerbdog move on to bigger and better
things.
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