Bristol
Fleece- 9.3.00
“Couldn’t you
just waltz a little?” comes Som’s plea to the crowd, though they remain as
static as the roof supports. He smiles and My Vitriol continue lurching from one fantastic
song to the next.
They’d begun with “Always Your Way” had drawn me nearer the stage
and plastered a big smile across my face. The heavily bassed “Grounded” got
heads nodding, “Losing Touch” was aching for an eruption of crowd action that
never arrived, its supermassive guitars not even provoking a splutter of movement. Were
they hearing what I was?
“Pieces”
hammered along and knotted itself up into lyrically beautiful verses, before unravelling
around us. Then came “Tongue Tied”. Lyrically barren, its void is stuffed with
noise and the sort of stops and starts that would create a riot anywhere else but here.
Dropping instruments the band bounded offstage amidst eardrum flexing feedback. Guitars
were silenced and the absent My Vitriol received a fair applause.
Grounded
Losing
Touch
Pieces
Tongue Tied