Live Review: British India, Creo

29 May 2014 | 11:55 am | Jessica Holton

"Summer Forgive Me would be the crowd highlight followed closely by their final song, This Ain’t No Fucking Disco in which the throng screamed back the lyrics in unison and in pure adoration of the modest band from Melbourne."

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CREO had an almost early Incubus-like aesthetic with their style of guitar that seemed to flow quite well. They were determined to provide a heavy rock tone as the vocals from Jorjee Haman maintained an air of subtlety, with his quiet rasping unfolding into shrill screams.

Thick bass from Alex Milano set the rich backbone for the set while guitar licks were shredded by Brett Fox. Their sound stood out as completely wild with tight production keeping them in check. CREO presented no mercy, fully immersing the crowd in their sound. They were apocalyptic, unapologetic, and multi-layered as a band.

British India began their set with March Into The Ocean. This was a track to display stunning vocal work from Declan Melia met with nostalgic guitar and thrashing drums. Their energy was high and never waned throughout the evening, which was presented by Coopers Dark Ale, allowing the revelers to soak in free beer and complimentary sliders.

Plastic Souvenirs from their 2013 album Controller started off with a subdued tone only to be met with piercing vocals and complex percussion, while Blinded from the same album created a sentimental vibe as the band sampled the classic 1970s-style of guitar that Australia had made famous.

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The punters were then treated to a new song entitled Wrong Direction off their upcoming album. This track will be a pleasant surprise for British India fans out there as the band stayed true to their aesthetic while combining sunny instrumentals with intense lyrics.

Summer Forgive Me would be the crowd highlight followed closely by their final song, This Ain't No Fucking Disco in which the throng screamed back the lyrics in unison and in pure adoration of the modest band from Melbourne. The climax to complete this track was what the crowd had longed for all night, with clashing percussion and screeching guitar.