Amazingly, after an absence of about 5 years, this is the third time this year already back at the Guildhall! Happy to return as well, as its' only 40 minutes up the road, and a fun venue with bouncy floors. So we went along to the mighty Seafood, expecting a springy evening!
Got there at 8.30 after a drive truncated by a quick stop to shut the bonnet on Ady's car; visions of the car-mare that was the Miles Hunt Club trip recently went through my head, I have to say! Anyway, we got there, no problem, and were sorted for beer and a good vantage point for Crackout, whom I took some notice of this time. They were breathless and spunky, but occasionally veered towards nu-metal riffery too much for my liking. However, a couple of better numbers - one of which was reminiscent of Ned's Atomic Dustbin (and which was Rachel's favourite of the set, no surprise there!), and one of which recalled "Into The White" by the Pixies - salvaged the set from complete anonymity.
Took a position a bit nearer the front for Seafood's set, but not right in the melee; as this was again an over-14's gig, there were a lot of slamdancing kids in evidence, but at least they were better behaved than the scampering youth club brats of the recent Ikara Colt gig here!
Da 'Food came on to their usual pounding intro theme and ripped straight into the acerbic "Guntrip". So much for my vantage point away from the crowd, as I abandoned my coat with Dave and Ceri, and dived into the melee. A brilliant "Western Battle" and a surprisingly reconstructed "Easy Path" followed quickly, as da 'Food really hit top gear. Thrilling and beguiling in equal measure, this was the sound of an inspired rock and roll band at the peak of their powers. An intuitive and consummate performance from Seafood, swapping between strumalong pop ("Exit"), dramatic and moody balladry ("Assassins") and confrontational and savage alt-rock ("Cloaking") with seamless ease. As ever, a brilliant "Folk Song Crisis", with the white noise drama building into the anthemic climax of "I hope the wretched town will fall", rounded off the set perfectly, and it wasn't until well after the set that I realised they'd left out their best number "Porchlight"! This set is so strong, that you don't even miss it these days.
Well, number 17 for Seafood and I'm nowhere near tired of seeing this band; in fact they're getting better and better, and this show was as good as I've ever seen them. Roll on number 18 - soon!
Got there at 8.30 after a drive truncated by a quick stop to shut the bonnet on Ady's car; visions of the car-mare that was the Miles Hunt Club trip recently went through my head, I have to say! Anyway, we got there, no problem, and were sorted for beer and a good vantage point for Crackout, whom I took some notice of this time. They were breathless and spunky, but occasionally veered towards nu-metal riffery too much for my liking. However, a couple of better numbers - one of which was reminiscent of Ned's Atomic Dustbin (and which was Rachel's favourite of the set, no surprise there!), and one of which recalled "Into The White" by the Pixies - salvaged the set from complete anonymity.
Took a position a bit nearer the front for Seafood's set, but not right in the melee; as this was again an over-14's gig, there were a lot of slamdancing kids in evidence, but at least they were better behaved than the scampering youth club brats of the recent Ikara Colt gig here!
Da 'Food came on to their usual pounding intro theme and ripped straight into the acerbic "Guntrip". So much for my vantage point away from the crowd, as I abandoned my coat with Dave and Ceri, and dived into the melee. A brilliant "Western Battle" and a surprisingly reconstructed "Easy Path" followed quickly, as da 'Food really hit top gear. Thrilling and beguiling in equal measure, this was the sound of an inspired rock and roll band at the peak of their powers. An intuitive and consummate performance from Seafood, swapping between strumalong pop ("Exit"), dramatic and moody balladry ("Assassins") and confrontational and savage alt-rock ("Cloaking") with seamless ease. As ever, a brilliant "Folk Song Crisis", with the white noise drama building into the anthemic climax of "I hope the wretched town will fall", rounded off the set perfectly, and it wasn't until well after the set that I realised they'd left out their best number "Porchlight"! This set is so strong, that you don't even miss it these days.
Well, number 17 for Seafood and I'm nowhere near tired of seeing this band; in fact they're getting better and better, and this show was as good as I've ever seen them. Roll on number 18 - soon!
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