The Lord moves in mysterious ways. This evening He is trying to convey a message to me using only a bicycle and someone I’ve not seen in a while. I think I get the gist of what He’s saying but it’d be a whole lot easier if he just emailed me. This brings us nicely to our first band…
Quintamity sound a bit like when your favourite nineties grunge band discovered heroin and started releasing angst ridden acoustic EPs. They’re not terrible, they can play and the singer has a decent voice but they’re very miserable and not terribly fun to watch. My friend said they were like Crowded house after too much gin at a cousin’s wedding. Well, she said most of that, I used a bit of poetic license. In short, I’d rather just read about their torment and heartbreak rather than stand in a room and listen to it.
Silence At Sea bound onto the stage and for some reason I don’t think I’m going to like them. I’m a bit twee-d out at the moment. As soon as they start I realise I’m wrong. I like them. This feels dirty, I have a wave of guilt as if I’ve stolen a ham from my grandmother’s larder. I shrug this off. Even though they begin the second song with a typewriter intro this isn’t tweecore. They actually mix Moldy Peaches playful alt.folk with a bit of the Decemberists darker, multi-instrumental edge. At the end of the day twee isn’t a dirty word, if you have good songs and a good singer then you’re a good band, even if the singer is playing a blowy, pipey, keyboard thing which may be the unsexiest instrument in modern music.
Circa Regna Tonat rock. They always rock. I’ve seen them roughly a million times now and they never let me down. Sweeping, intense, loud, stripey, intricate, shouty, stubbley, Circa are all of these things and more. They combine post-rock melody and math-rock finger tapping with bursts of screaming which sound like hard work on the ears. It isn’t. They always have a tune. I can’t think of a band to compare them to right now but it certainly isn’t Rage Against The Machine which somebody downstairs said. He was quickly corrected by the singer of a well known Cardiff beat combo. You can choose your friends but not your Buffalo audience. A venue so tight they only pay half their neon bill.