The Revue’s Paul and Marcus continue their coverage of this year’s very muddy Truck Festival. Yesterday, they covered some highlights from the main stages. Here are some of their favourite bands from the outlying stages.
Paul’s hot list:
This is where it’s at. Smaller stages always provide the artists that you lose your heart to. So much talent, so little time to write about them!
Starting off with No Violet, they deserved more of my time, but in the 15 minutes I was getting to catch each band I could see there is a lot of potential here.
The four-piece grunge band have a feel of Wolf Alice about them with singer Ellie having a really versatile voice with soft lyrics suddenly turning into a beautiful squeal.
I’ll be keeping a close eye on No Violet in the future. It’ll be a bright one.
These guys are quick off the mark hammering through song after song making the most of their 30 minute slot in The Barn.
These guys were unlucky to be battling against Honeyblood and Deaf Havana for the crowd, but they made the most of it.
There’s a bit of Arctic Monkeys to be heard here. Catchy riffs and the thumping beat from the drums were enough to pull in a few more punters as the noise rang out from the building.
Pulled Apart By Horses
With the rain in full flow, The Nest was full to the brim for Pulled Apart By Horses and they put on one hell of a show. Hammering through a loud set, we were treated to a very active 30-minute slot. I think they’re a band that you need to see live to fully appreciate what their gigs entail.
Hopefully my photo below will give you an idea!
I’ll say it now, if you don’t like the sound of Francobollo, go see them live! These guys are brilliant entertainers, and the crowd really enjoyed the to and fro with them. Telling one girl they won’t sing a song for her as it’s not on the setlist, the guitarist handing out flowers to the front row and mentioning that maybe this show is better than you think even if you think their CD is a bit shit! The music is upbeat and great to dance along to. “Worried Times” is an absolute belter! Go see them live, you’ll not regret it.
My stars of the weekend. PSYBLINGS took full advantage of a packed out barn and put in the performance of a lifetime. Lead vocalist Greg Dixon, dressed from head to toe in tie-dye, came out to the crowd and onto the shoulders of an audience member for one of the songs. These are the moments that make festivals what they are. Hopefully they’ll be back on a bigger stage for a repeat performance next year! PSYBLINGS make a beautiful racket of chaos.
Marcus’ ones to watch:
Here are 5 of the best bands that I caught between rain storms and trips to the main two stages.
My mate Stuart recommended this lot to me, who headlined The Nest tent on Saturday night, playing at the same time as The Wombats. I made the right choice. Moonlandingz are just a bit bonkers. They are also a bit of a psych-Super Group. Either side of the stage are keyboardists that make up The Eccentronic Research Council when not part of Moonlandingz. (They could also be related in some way to John Shuttleworth). Between these two dudes in hats and dark glasses are members of The Fat White Family on guitar, bass and drums. And then there is ‘Johnny Rocket’, or Lias, as Stuart rightly called him. He strutted onto the stage holding two beers and a fag, wearing a Mexican style cowl with sunglasses. He captures the spirit of don’t give a shit punk, and his shouty vocals work perfectly against the glammy, rocky, discordant, psych’ed sound that the band create around him. Check them out if you get the chance.
Hmmmm I thought. 25 minutes of messing about with a sound check. (Probably making up for last year’s experience in Berlin when Last Shadow Puppets didn’t let them have one, apparently). Then the childhood friends, Oliver Burslem (guitar/vocals) and Andy Jones (bass) were told to put out their cigarettes by security. Yak left the stage to make a grand entrance half an hour later than scheduled. I was expecting a group of primadonnas, but it turned out they were there to put on a show instead. Yak are a band with an attitude.
Frontman Oli looks like a young Mick Jagger, and sounds like he has been locked in a room with a Black Rebel Motorcycle Club CD for a couple of years. During ‘Harbour the Feeling’ he evaded security and hopped onto the crowd behind the barriers (and nearly took off a fellow photographer’s head in the process). If you want live music that makes you feel like you’ve been in a seriously hard street fight, Yak will be happy to do that for you. Or you can just float along on their psychedelic garage trip instead.
Festivals are designed to throw up bands that you’ve never heard before. Vukovi are one of those and I thought I’d give them a go instead of Goat Girl, who were playing at the same time. It was a good shout – and I’m surprised that I’m not already a fan, as they’ve been around for 6 years and have been quite prolific in the studio and even more prolific on festival rosters.
The band from Scotland churned out bewitching faster, harder indie – with Janine Shilstone, the beguiling front-woman, playing to the crowd and the cameras. They reminded me of Evanescence in places (probably won’t thank me for that) and their clever rhythms were straight out of the math class at times. I shall be rushing down to Amazon to get hold of a copy of their debut eponymously titled album.
Headlining the Barn stage on the second night, Get Inuit put on a compelling show to a large crowd of people who couldn’t be bothered to watch the first half of The Libertines’ very average performance. The band are faves of The Revue and it’s easy to see why. They play polished indie tunes, with plenty of bounce and energy to them. Choppy guitars and lyrics that made me think of early Weezer. I enjoyed what looked like a Burger King (or was it Dominos?) uniform worn by Jamie (their main man) too.
Lastly, the first band I saw on Day 1. In the smaller Nest tent, they were always likely to play to a tiny crowd, but they have a strong following already and their reputation brought in a decent number of supporters. I saw Guildford’s Blackwaters play recently and continue to be impressed by their enthusiasm and general jumping about. They chuck all their energies into delivering edgy indie rock that reminds me of The Dead Kennedys. Max Tanner, their singer, already has a real swagger about him and perpetually sounds like he’s about to launch into a version of ‘Parklife’. Blackwaters have the potential to do as well as Blur and I’m sure that they’ll be playing the big stages very soon.
Marcus Jamieson-Pond is a regular contributor to TheRevue. More gig pix, including Truck Festival, can be found at www.jampondphotography.com/gigs
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