Posts Tagged ‘Nice and Sleazys’

It’s going to be difficult to be impartial for this, as Sahil and I have been friends for a while and I’ve always thoroughly enjoyed his music, so the chance to see legendary Indian death metallers Demonic Resurrection live at last was a chance I couldn’t miss. But to be fair to him, I’d have told him if they weren’t very good. Which is not true, they were awesome.

First of all though, Wretched Soul were an excellent support band, with their razor sharp death metal hitting every sweet spot in the place. They have a huge melodic streak straight through them, that gives their records a bit of variety. They are ferocious at full speed, but they have some absolutely brilliant ‘Painkiller’ moments where the vocals shriek high and the twin galloping begins. It’s quite a thing to be that heavy and yet that fucking catchy and epic. I salute you sirs, and recommend people buy ‘The Ghost Road’, for that is a killer record.

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But the main reason I’m here is for the mighty Demonic Resurrection. The Demonstealer is an unassuming, charming and humble bloke who becomes possessed by nightmarish demonic voices when the superlative death metal maelstrom begins. The technical madness of ‘The Demon King’ and ‘Krishna – The Cowherd’ were particularly mindblowing. On record, Demonic Resurrection have many subtle little flourishes that disappear a little on the live stage, but if anything their music becomes more ferocious. The musicianship in the melodic genius of ‘A Tragedy Befallen’ is incredible, and the savagery of ‘Dismembering the Fallen’ is tangible. Demonic Resurection are a mighty live proposition, and despite there only being a small crowd in attendance we all fully appreciated the effort and journey they’ve been on to entertain us.

A damp Thursday night in June saw me travel to Nice n Sleazys in Glasgow to see Legion of Andromeda, a band who did me the great honour a year or two ago of using one of my quotes from my Sleeping Shaman review on the front of their debut full length, ‘Iron Scorn’. So I wanted to go and support them on their live adventure!

First up though, and my greatest revelation of the evening, were the superlative King Witch from Edinburgh. Despite being short a bassist due to illness, their powerful, soulful groove was mesmerising. Imagine the primal power of Conan or High on Fire but with female vocals. Speaking of the vocals, frontwoman Laura has the kind of voice I could spend the rest of my life listening to; a mix of Mount Salem and Grand Magus that set every song on fire. Awesome stuff, which sent me directly to the merch stand to get a shirt and an EP. Expect a review imminently.

Next up was the reason I was there initially, Legion of Andromeda. I thought they were uncomfortably dense on record, but nothing prepared me for their live performance. It was truly, painfully apocalyptic. An incessant strobe light pointed directly into the crowd made the experience even more of an endurance test, but their tar thick, dense assault is like staring into the maw of infinity and feeling your very veins vibrate. Translation: very loud but very good!

Last but not least were Glasgow drone doom lords Ommadon, who played for a full 53 minutes without stopping once. If Legion of Andromeda were the black hole of infinity, then Ommadon are the immense beast of unfathomable decay that crawls out from that hole and destroys the universe. They were vast; wreathed in smoke and drenched in distortion, and their primal, Neolithic waves of riff rolled over us all. An earth shaking close to a great evening!