Wreckless Intent’s is celebrating its 2nd Birthday on this cold March evening. It should be a time of fun and the excuse for a right old knees up, but whether it’s the economic climate or the outdoors one, the attendance tonight is poor. The previous times I’ve been to this well organised event, you haven’t been able to swing a cat, so I’m very surprised to say the least!
Usually bands can tend to not put as much effort in when the crowd is sparse but both of tonight’s outfit’s have come to kick ass. Fifty people or five hundred, it’s all about the music and those that have bothered to turn up get treated to a cracking good gig!
The first band on tonight has travelled all the way from Holland. They are Cilice and are on tour in the UK promoting their new album Deranged Headtrip. They get straight down to basics and deliver a head numbing set of rip-roaring metal. A lung busting vocal display by the singer, is perfectly complemented by the two guitarists desire to lay waste the ear drums of those assembled, with crunching heavy riffs. There is no bass player present, nor does there seem to be a need for one, as Cilice’s sticksman, takes on all of the rhythm duties. A truly impressive exhibition of drumming, that left everyone agog.
Cinders Fall hail from Essex and make no bones about where their influences lie. The Swedish Gothenburg sound is heavily evident in their music, but that is no bad thing. Take what’s around you and make it your own, is what they have done and the distinctly British result, literally speaks volumes. Their set is delivered with absolute conviction; this is clearly a band that has set their sights high.
Excellent guitar work from Ben Sullivan and main songwriter James Bartram, riff after riff rains down and we are pummelled into submission by shredding solos.
New bass player Jordan Pillai dashes around the stage like a man possessed, all the while keeping time with the frenetic drumming of Laurence Al-Shaar. Providing backing vocals is Colin Eatherton, who adds an extra edge to the sound with some outstanding keyboard playing.
The obvious gel that’s holding everything together is main front man Anthony Masters. He shouts, screams and cajoles the small but eager crowd to get down the front and start banging their heads. And in doing so, he makes everyone feel a part of the show rather than just spectators.
Up and coming British Metal at it’s best.
