Live Review: Gold Class

Melbourne-based foursome, Gold Class performed with a devotion and skill that left attendees feeling fortunate to have witnessed their motor-driven set in this quirky den.

The quartet tore straight into a song from their upcoming LP Drum with snap precision and an attention-grabbing increase in volume and pace. It was a fast, loud and a quick reminder to some audience members that they were in fact at a punk concert not an open mic night. Given that the opening act wasn't a logical pairing (think folky anguish poetry), it was obvious that at least a few people weren't prepared for the energy that was thrust upon them.

Gold Class's set was notable for its focus on material from their upcoming album release, with at least half of the songs drawn from Drum. Their performance was uptempo, sophisticated and remarkable due to the interminable proficiency contributed by all four bandmates throughout.

Lead singer Adam Curley played into the theatrical grimness, lurking and looking hauntingly out into the crowd. He howled from his bowels, effortlessly navigating changes in pace and pitch. Standout track We Were Never Too Much showcased Curley's chops via his impressive cadence and intense delivery — an indication of the direction in which fans can expect to be taken on Drum? The '80s post-punk, Danzig-like comparisons will remain, but there is a clear identity evolving.

Instrumentally a band of three, each member brought something solid to the table. A recent addition, drummer Logan Gibson looked impressively relaxed as he tackled the set with tightness and power. Guitarist Evan James Purdey's ability to travel effortlessly between riffing, wailing and intricate fret work suggests the work of two guitarists, not one. And not forgetting bassist Jon Shub, whose playing is justifiably more pronounced in the newer tracks. Shub was seen in perpetual motion as he delivered complex, soulful basslines that were and a driving force behind the tension that Gold Class uphold.

Red and blue lighting (reminiscent of a police car's flashing warning light) bounced off Purdey's guitar and matched the arresting affect of the band's performance. While a few punters were able to let go insomuch as bobbing shoulders or heads, most stood motionless and focused on the band. Not to be misinterpreted as boredom or apathy, the audience's fixation was a result of Gold Class's commanding performance.

A thoroughly enjoyable set that increased our anticipation to hear Drum, which is set to be released next month.