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The one song I’d risk a full on Mars Volta live performance for:

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This feels apt today:

Did I mention I just passed my driving test?  GEETAR SOLO!

ROCK. AND. ROLL… Saturdays!

 

Disclaimer: As with all my music reviews, this is a blow-by-blow account taken from my own perspective and written mostly for myself as a memory aid. I’m not always an expert on the band in question. Massive thanks go out to the Setlistfm, Lastfm and the Youtubers whose content that I have used either indirectly or directly in this blog post.

“The bass, ROCKS! The drums, ROCK!” – Dick Knubbler, Dethklok producer before losing his eyes to sea pressure after being chased by a giant mutant sea horse. 

What’s it been, 12… 13 days since I saw this band? Their songs are still ringing in my ears. I don’t know what to say about a gig that was so… SO! 2 weeks on and I’m still struggling to find the words to describe how good they were.

I knew how good this gig was going to be weeks in advance and yet I was still suprised at how blown away I would be when it came.

The opening track, “Eunoia”, from their latest album echoed in and got everyone going nicely. I even got to start a wee clap along from the side of the small O2 ABC stage, belying how huge ASIWYFA’s sound would be. From there it was all a blur as the band showcased their new album almost in it’s entirety showing the strength of the record. If you haven’t already heard “All Hail Bright Futures” yet then Arnold has something to say…

In between the flurry of you-must-not-stop-jumping songs they managed to splice in massive tunes from earlier works like the back-to-back delight of  “BEAUTIFULUNIVERSEMASTERCHAMPION” and “Gangs” and even “S Is For Salamander”. If there was a moment in the set that saw less jumping it was during “Mend and Make Safe” and considering it’s my favourite track off the new work, I was jumping around on empty.

Like true showmen ASIWYFA saved the best bits for last. They returned to the stage for an encore beginning with the epic “Set Guitars To Kill” and climaxing with guitarist Rory Friers stepping into the crowd to be hoisted into the air by the maddening crowd on “The Voiceless”. That last stunt should never have worked and yet somehow they pulled everything off. Amazing, not a step wrong.

Stepping out of the venue, I staggered and chuckled my way through Glasgow with my gigging comrade. We were stunned. We talked about how the show was all about the music, all about dancing around, clapping, moving… just living. Right there. In that moment. Nothing else mattered.

It’s early yet but that was most likely the gig of my year. I’ve no idea how I’m going to top it.