Dammit, turned up late to this gig so missed Gargantuan who were described by my fellow gig goers as pure sludge, noise doom, droney as fuck, a party to Sunno.  First heavy gig for a while for me, back I am. The whole gig was evil from the off and by the time Conan were finishing off, our over zealous comic minds had the devil faces with horns protruding from us, the crowd.  Funky shit going on at the moon on a Thursday.

Spider kitten pounded their way through their ecclesiastical sloffage riffage, pounding the air with long moments of instrumental happiness bounding a long like a bombastic baboon.  Talking to them outside you could feel the warmth of their souls which escape through their rampant horror rock as many outside the field would feel it as.

Bask were incredible, the drumming frenetic and full of the wonder of doo, not doo wop but woppalots everywhere.  Vocals were occasional, wasn’t fussed on them anyway, too harsh for me, but not a true metal head, goon from the 70’s you see.  Riffs abound compliments sugarlarly with boppallots, tying in  like a doctor marten’s bootlace with the other bands, heavy as ten osric tentacles of an octopus from zebedee’s sock drawer.

As the night moved on the grimaces got more and more evil, look out chavs, you may be in for a dire roasting, chestnuts and all.

Conan the non cons of the hour blasted our faces with more of the same sort of terrible doom that could kill forty housewifes an hour through a forward thinking tv lunatic who puts them on the jukebox in the woolpack in Emmerdale, good stuff, stuff housewifes, we want more biker chics smoking fags on the Bwlch flashing Ducatis and Triumphs to the icecream man van man eating PI Magnums with cherry brandy flakes.  Anyway, they were class, boolakaksha.