Reviews / Live

They sit down on the footpath behind a parked car to hack, cough, sweat and high five one another. And it’s a fittingly awesome finale to a goddamned awesome show.

We’re going to miss you, The Chemist!

Bitch Prefect have provided the ultimate party vibe with their set tonight; may they return soon.

s the band for backing synth, and the sound is amplified to the point where they should have the man in the band, and it’s a shame he only stuck around for a few tracks. However, when the soothing summertime sounds of I Don’t Mind kick in he’s quickly forgotten, with the track’s peaks being aided by a mean fuzzed-out guitar with a well-constructed tone behind it.

Welcome back boys.

The song disappointingly ends just as we glimpse a new, grittier colour creeping into the set, but the crowd don’t mind and we are treated to an encore from one the country’s finest new songwriters.

All The Colours and Closure In Moscow are doing their best to convert punters to what de Cinque calls the Church of the Technochrist, and we support them on their mission. Amen.