By DANIEL YOUNG
Well,
here we go again. After what was a thoroughly exhausting night,
what with all the travelling up to London and seeing silverchair,
we now find ourselves in the heart of Brixton. Totally squeezed
to the brim with as many policemen that it can possibly hold.
This is due to the bombings of late, and just like London
yesterday, the slightest sniff of any crime concerning a bag
and you will be jumped on by around 100 of her majesty's finest,
but enough of that we are here to rock.
Arriving
at the academy at around 7:00pm the queue stretched for miles
around the venue and we hastily found some friends of ours
and barged into the queue, much better. Upon getting through
the doors I am hastily stopped by a 7 foot huge brick house
of a security that informs me that my chain is a lethal weapon
and it is illegal, and you can hurt people, blah, blah etc.
I had to tell him my name and hastily rearrange my wardrobe
and wallet before he let me in and then searched me. Surprising
considering that my friend in front of me, who got through
without a hitch may I add, was wearing a chain which would
have no problems holding down a circus elephant, oh well.
Again
we got into the gig and hung around at the top, then at about
7:30pm Fuel was the first band on, quite surprising really,
as they were the second support band last night. The didn't
rock as much as the previous night, and again, the first support
bands don't really get me or many other people going that
early on. They still were good though, pumping out most of
their debut album Sunburn, such tunes, as Shimmer, Bittersweet
and the Helmet-sounding Ozone and Mary Pretends.
Next band
on were an Australian band called The Living End, by this
time me and my huge group of friends were all ready to get
up and do a bit of moshing. We were surprised to see the bassist
walk out with a big mother of a double bass and swing it around
like God knows what. The singer was kinda punky looking and
played what looked like a Gretsch guitar.
They had
huge stage presence and when some heckler started giving them
shit by the last song, they soon made him out to look quite
silly. The finale to their really upbeat seat was the double
bass player actually standing on his instrument, how cool
was that?
The stage
was then cleared and Bailey Holloway rushed on putting water
next to Sam's keyboard and putting towels around in all the
bands places. He brought out the guitars that had been giving
Daniel a headache from last night and was continually checking
them, he looked as though they were having problems again,
oh no we all thought to ourselves.
The Brixton
Academy is renowned for it's excellent PA and it's lighting
rig which had been recently updated, it looked amazing, so
even before the gig we were sure it would turn out fine, but
the guitar bit did worry us.
The lights
went down and the familiar Taxi Driver intro was played, the
band came on and again launched into Emotion Sickness. This
was a much better version than the night before and had a
bit more effort put in, but again it was too slow a tempo
and didn't really sound good that slow, especially as an opening
song. Don't get me wrong it's my favourite song that's why
I was a bit angry at the sound of it, I just think the band
was tired in general, especially Daniel who looked really
fatigued. Next song again was Israel's Son, which was amazing,
really good with some extra screaming and added bits from
the band.
During
the set Daniel came out alone and said that he hadn't played
this for a while and he might fuck it up, but he said that
was just him. He then started to play a beautiful version
of Cemetery, it was something I hadn't heard for a while and
was a brilliant surprise.
One by
one the songs kept on coming Slave, Abuse Me, Pure Massacre,
Ana's Song (Open Fire) and another one which I wanted to hear
live again Point Of View, again me being sad looking at how
he played it.
Before
the start of The Door, Daniel started going into one about
giving a cheer to people. He mentioned just about everyone
in the venue I think (just kidding), but he said stuff like
"let's have a cheer, for John Watson Management, let's
have a cheer for Same Holloway", and Ben and Chris did
this little rolling drum beat and bass line, it was really
cool, a bit outstretched but was seriously funny. He then
launched into the can I have a hallelujah part before he started
off The Door.
Freak
and the Anthem for the Year 2000 followed next and I think
it was somewhere in between here that Daniel said something
like that's two nights in a row where my guitar has fucked
up, and he started looking over to Bailey and shouting stuff
at him, poor Bailey.
They went
off and then all the lights went down. This was the part where
Daniel returned to do the Tomorrow solo.
It was
quite a good version and the crowd sung along on many parts
where Daniel stayed silent.
Ben and
Chris returned and then the greatest surprise ever was in
store, they started to play Dearest Helpless.
Here is
one song that I was desperate to hear, along with Steam Will
Rise live, and they were starting to play it.
I don't
know whether it was supposed to be on the set, but Daniel
started playing the intro for ages and Ben was looking at
Daniel a little bemused, but sure enough the professional
quality of the band shone through and they all launched into
the song. It was absolutely amazing the drums sounded brilliant,
so hard and heavy sounding.
After
that Daniel thanked the crowd and changed his guitar, we thought
it would either be No Association or Spawn Again, they then
had the amps screeching and we knew it was Spawn Again. This
has to be the heaviest and best version I have ever heard
the crowd just went mental. Alas around three minutes later,
and many bruises and punches to the face the sound of glass
crashing signalled the end of silverchair in Brixton. I looked
up from my battered self and just managed to catch a glimpse
of the band leave the stage. That was it, nothing more, the
lights went on and the crowd started to move out. That was
the last time I thought I would ever see them this year, thank
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