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Deathstars + Stoneman Nottingham Rock City 5/11/06 review and photo by Sam Thomas

It was always going to be an interesting experience: this was an over 14s gig, which I have to say is not necessarily my natural habitat. There were two distinct groups of people here: over-excited and over-heated little girlies screaming and showing their underdeveloped bodies in what can only be described as a paedophile’s delight, and their parents who seemed to be patronising the bar rather heavily. The evening got off to a bad start (no cider, warm Guinness) followed by the ultimate cringe moment: people screaming with delight when they recognised the tracks playing before the gig started. And even worse, not screaming as they totally failed to identify some absolute classics.
Swiss band Stoneman opened the proceedings, with a strange mix of goth and darkwave that left me completely unmoved. Halfway through their performance I was reminded that I had seen them before, which had totally escaped me. This suggests to me that the word “unmemorable” may be entirely appropriate in this case. The lead singer was far too heavily reliant on various vocal effects, I’m not certain exactly what was going on, but clearly some form of mechanical processing was involved. (I think he was miming - Steve) Overall Stoneman had too many samples, too many tricks and not enough talent. And they really shouldn’t have done a cover of “Cocaine”. Again, this was a good choice of support band: they would make anyone look good by comparison.
Not that Deathstars needed anyone to make them look good, they were more than capable of taking the Rock City by storm. The screaming reached unbearable levels as they took the stage, and the audience were lapping it up right from the start. Andreas Bergh (Whiplasher) was completely in his element as he exhorted the crowd to scream more so that he would remove more items of clothing. He didn’t really need to: they were screaming with delight anyway.
There was definitely an element of the bizarre to the proceedings, onstage there was a sleazy roué performing to a bunch of prepubescent girls whilst their parents looked on in (presumably) approval. And sleazy was definitely a word to describe this performance, an element that is completely missing in Deathstars recorded work. As the evening wore on, Whiplasher upped his age limits somewhat, eventually asking “Does your mother love me? Then give me her phone number.” Think I’ll pass on that one.
The set was near-perfect, covering both albums. “Synthetic Generation” being a particular favourite. Live, it has to be said, Deathstars are a lot rougher and harder than the recorded version, but, for me at least, this was a positive point as I think they can come across as a bit plasticky on CD. “Tongues” was performed
with some very eerie keyboards, and “Blitzkrieg” naturally went down a storm. It was back to sleaze for “Virtue to Vice” and “Little Angel”, and then a chance to get the whole audience bouncing along to “Semi-automatic”. “Cyanide” followed, which slowed the pace slightly, possibly because it was not so well known.
After, inevitably, a bit of screaming, Deathstars reappeared to offer “Damn Me” as an encore. Considering that this contains the line “damn me as I say goodbye”, it had to be the most lyrically perfect choice of encore that I’ve yet heard.
Deathstars produced a highly-polished, professional performance that left us all convinced that we had had a great night out, and I will definitely be looking out for them again.
 
 
 
Exodus + Biomechanical London Underworld - 7th of November 2006 - Review by Marco Gaminara

Wasn't really quite sure of what to expect from Biomechanical. I think I may have seen a music video of theirs somewhere down the line, but in the 5 mins prior to their starting their set, the 2 guitarists were attempting to outdo each other playing intricate super fast leads, so I was really put in 2 minds. Their name suggested some sort of techno/metal, which I was thinking could be along the lines of SYL/FF, but the leads had me thinking Hammerfall (cos that's what they did every time I've been subjected to them at Wacken). Well I guess Starting with what I think was "The Awakening", they pretty much placed themselves in either camp. The drumming was fast and tight, and the kit took up all available space on the stage, owing to Paul Bostaph's kit also being on stage. The guitars were heavy, but subject to going meandering through long sustained solos and the vocals ranged from the odd low growl to predominantly Halford like screams. Their show was pretty good, primary owing to the fact that they appeared to be having such a good time, and their enthusiasm was contagious. They managed to get a couple pits going every now and then and revelled in the adulation. Other songs they played included "Enemy Within", "Assaulter" and "Truth Denied" from their latest release. They ended their evening with "Painkiller", which went down a treat and showed everyone where their main influences lie.
Exactly a week shy of a year since the last time they played this venue, after the mandatory intro music, Exodus attacked the Underworld with "Bonded By Blood", and the moshing truly ensued. As quickly as "Raze" was followed by "Deathamphetamine" the guys on stage were being pelted with the bodies of stage divers being hurled back on stage by the crowd. The battle of wills between the stage crew trying to forcefully remove them and the crowd wanting to be on stage to catapult themselves back into the melee went on unabated all night. We got a nice selection of older material in the form of "Piranha", "A Lesson in Violence", "Brain Dead" and "The Last Act of Defiance", so it would appear that Rob Dukes’ had a year to brush up on more than 'Bonded' and 'SHKM'. ;-) He's also sporting longer hair and about 6 times as much agro. I don't think Paul Bostaph misplaced a hit, back there in the dark where you wouldn't see anything more than a whirl of sticks and shaking cymbals. "Blacklist" went down a storm with the mic shoved into plenty of faces in the front row. There were plenty of shouts by Rob to get the whirlpool going and I quietly stood my ground in its eye so I could continue to watch the band on stage. Another track from 'Tempo' was aired in the form of "War is My Sheppard" which had that maelstrom in full effect. During "I Am Abomination" a petit blonde was lifted above the heads of the front few rows and appeared to offer Jack Gibson a kiss, which he declined with a smile. The final two tracks off 'SHKM', namely "44 Magnum Opus" and "Shovel Headed Kill Machine" which nearly saw the aircon unit directly above the foot of the stage torn from the ceiling as the feet of divers whacked against it over and over again. Throughout the night Lee Altus and Gary Holt traded leads flawlessly and still kept the heady riffs rupturing unprotected ears. They finished the night with "Scar Spangled Banner" and ultimately "Strike of the Beast" as they were expected to.