Uncle Acid & The Deadbeats - The Garage, London
Rise Above Records seem to have this remarkable knack of picking up small bands with not only the talent to deliver some damn fine music, but the ability to create an irresistible buzz too. Tonight's headliners had never even played live before stepping out at this same venue last night, yet Uncle Acid & The Deadbeats sold out these two nights at The Garage six months in advance. Hype or carefully managed business nous? Let's see.
But before we get onto them, stable mates Admiral Sir Cloudesley Shovell set out to prove that their label can really pick 'em. And with three East End lads belting out some classic rock 'n' roll, what's not to love? OK, so this is hardly the most original of music you'll hear this week, but the band imbue it with an easy energy and bucket loads of fun that it is not so much a labour, more a piss-up of love.
With a stage set including an old tea set, a big picture of the Witchfinder General himself, Matthew Hopkins and no less than six old TVs playing static, you know this is not going to be your run of the mill performance. With expectations and experience at very different ends of the scale, the potential for tonight to descend into a horrible mess was always a distinct possibility, but Uncle Acid & The Deadbeats pull it out the bag with a stunning set.
The film soundtrack Tigon Films never had, this is a heady mix of thunderous doom tinged with a flavour of old English folk, with catchy melodies pervading the oppressive heaviness. The high-pitched, twin vocals add an uneasy air of ritualistic, almost childish, chanting reminiscent of scenes in Blood On Satan's Claw.
It is easy to see tonight both why the band have garnered such plaudits, and the veracity with which people have taken them to heart. Uncle Acid & The Deadbeats have found their niche, and in doing such a fine job of creating the musical equivalent of the folk horror genre, have carved their name deep into today's psyche.