Racebannon / Trencher / PW Long

  • London
  • United Kingdom
  • The Lexington
  • 2008-11-27

It was only a small crowd made it out to The Lexington, formerly Clockwork, on London’s Pentonville road for this date, late in Racebannon’s UK Tour and with great support slots from casio-grind merchants Trencher and PW Long. Those who did though were treated to a show fit for a full house.

It has to be said though that the spazzy hardcore that the three piece Trencher offer suits a venue that is a bit fuller than the one it held court in tonight, with the explosive bursts of drums, over-distorted bass, kiddie-keyboard and screams needing to bounce around off of the moving mass of a rowdy, ready audience. Though disappointing it wasn’t, however, with some new material offered and the musicianship and intensity of the sound still as engaging as ever, only the quietness between the banter left an edge of strangeness.

The issue that you can easily have though is with frontman Mike Anderson

Headliners Racebannon are over in town in support of their recent, and fifth, studio album Acid or Blood, here put out by Southern Records in the UK. Though morphing slightly from hardcore to more experimental, the band have always been fond or playing heavy, aggressive sounding music with an intense edge of not just menace but something a little ‘different’. Their last album has proved the group’s ability to deliver pulsating heavy motorik, metal-core riffage and just pure feedback, and the live show serves to reinforce this, just a little louder and right in your face. Both guitars and bass are forceful and heavy, and the extra layer offered compared to Trencher’s noise is felt easily within the venue. The issue that you can easily have though is with frontman Mike Anderson, who’s vocal spasms and tics on record come off interestingly, like Mike Patton or Captain Beefheart, though right there in front of you take on an altogether more forced and weird edge. Each yelping noise is accompanied by an effected physical twitch which is a little offputting, as is also the case with his dancing slash hip-hop girlfriend movements. Whether he’s just acting a little bit mental or perhaps genuinely being a little bit mental the vocals themselves are nonetheless an interesting accompaniment to the varying degrees of mayhem performed by the instrumental three quarters of the group. Overall, the whole package, though tainted, is still an enjoyable listen, and the show as a whole is one which, though affected by a small crowd, is one which was still performed to the full, as if in fact the venue had been.

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