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[The Ghost Of Fudge]

POW!

it's a positive 'un.

"IS THIS MUSIC? - LIVE REVIEW

ABERDEEN MOORINGS

Do you use the Motherfuckin? Opinion seems to differ depending on whom you speak to. Personally it’s a big old MOTHERFUCKIN YES, though, because it’s the ultimate summary of the Deadloss experience. And you should never dispute the power of a good motherfuckin'.

Which brings us swiftly to the axiom that you will fall in love with this band guaranteed. I mean, basically the sound is like that of an airliner devastating gates 14-32 at JFK airport, but since people have been making music like that since bleedin’ Wagner, here’s what you don’t know:

First up: Purgatorial salvos of punk-metal played with the ice-cool polish of the Deftones and an RATM-inspired battle-ready momentum charging through to the choruses. Witness Wall Of Skin, which sees frontman Brian Youngson hurling himself into a broadside of shrieking guitars, then bouncing off it howling and preaching war.

Second, the vibe, which is SHEER JOY. This stuff is soooo far removed from the fuck-you-you-wouldn’t-buy-me-an-Xbox school of alt.feigned nu.rage it’s enough to make you slam your bedroom door and sulk for weeks. Everything about Deadloss feels like a party and looks like a gang you want to be in, but can't, because you'll just never be cool enough.

And that’s just about when they unveil exhibit three (the masterstroke), which is a cellist, who, far from offering yer standard orchestral quiver scrapes and saws through the cacophony, like a knife dragging itself across the centre of their bellicose pummelling. It ends with the lead guitarist firing himself backwards off the stage, the rest of the band careering into each other, the cellist carving out metal solos on the A-string with the oblivious demurity of Jacqueline Du Pré and five of the crowd attempting to build a human pyramid on the cusp of the fallout.

Sometimes a single word sums up a band in one. In this case the word is Motherfuckin, and damn right with it."

(Tom Kirk)

DEADLOSS play the Moorings on sat 4th march 2006

[psydoll]

Originally Posted by The Ghost Of Fudge

It ends with the lead guitarist firing himself backwards off the stage, the rest of the band careering into each other, the cellist carving out metal solos on the A-string with the oblivious demurity of Jacqueline Du Pré and five of the crowd attempting to build a human pyramid on the cusp of the fallout.

I was in that pyramid! I've been reviewed!

[Alkaline]

To be honest thats an accurate description of a deadloss gig if ever i heard/read one. i've never not enjoyed myself watching you guys. good on ya

[daveofficer]

ace, i'm friends with tom and i knew he'd given you a good review but i didn't realise it would be that good. i particularly like the bit about preaching war.

[The Ghost Of Fudge]

i like the bit about rachie 'scraping and sawing' her way through the performance. rock.

[Rachie]

Ho ho. I like it.