© 2011 Jodie Weatherley
“…an abundance of sweat drenched mother fuckers who’d just experienced what could easily be one of the best gigs of the year.”
We (me and Barlow) almost didn’t make it into the gig: being totally broke on the night one of the best live bands I’ve ever seen are playing is never a high point in life. Luckily we have some good friends in high places who finagled us in for free. I would once again be watching the New Jersey kings, Thursday.
We arrived just in time to see the majority of Attack! Vipers! set, which was a relief because the previous times I’d attempted to watch them I’d either been late or had some form of previous engagement. I’ll say this about the Vipers, they were nothing
like I expected them to be. Being part of the ‘Southsea punk scene’ I was expecting to be seeing something a bit less…let’s say brutal. But this was by no means a bad thing, after I got over the initial shock of just how hard and heavy they were I found myself drawn to the front of the crowd, or as close to the front as I could get, seeing as, vocalist Joe had decided to do the first half of their slot in the centre of the crowd. This confused a lot of the audience who were unfamiliar with the intimacy of UK underground bands, but pretty soon everyone was digging it. The room wasn’t even close to full capacity, but I imagine Attack! Vipers! captivated the majority of the people watching.
We decided to take a trip to the bar during Circa Survive’s set. I have nothing against the band and I have a lot of respect for Anthony Green and his work in The Sound of Animals Fighting but, unfortunately, the band he was playing in that night were not my cup of tea.
After the bar break it was back to the gig, and as soon as the lights went down I shot the front-right side of the stage in anticipation. Thursday soon appeared on stage and the crowd just lost it. The first three songs were all from new album No Devolución and even though they went down really well, there was a feeling that only the newer, or more hardcore Thursday fans were singing along to every word; the albums release having come only 8 days prior to tonight’s show. As much as I was enjoying the new material I was aching for something off their initial LP’s. With no chance of a Waiting classic sneaking in, I kept my fingers crossed for a good amount from the other two.
“Ten years ago we released an album called Full Collapse, so we thought we’d play the entire record tonight. Is everyone cool with that?”
Everyone wasn’t cool with it, they were fucking ecstatic.
The band blasted through the album, start to finish, with only the odd break to address the crowd or remember which song was next on the album (it had been ten years) with a great intensity which left this participant, who at this point had dumped his bag and glasses and was firmly pressed at the stage front being the filling for a sandwich consisting of a young girl and a sweaty meat head, absolutely drained of all vocals, energy and bodily fluids.
After the start to finish of the record, the band left stage, returning momentarily to end the show with another new song Turnpike Divides, a homage to their home town of New Jersey. The band left and so did the crowd, an abundance of sweat drenched mother fuckers who’d just experienced what could easily be one of the best gigs of the year.