With a season long agenda of festivals, it was a welcome change to hear the swirling guitar drones and monumental drum rolls of the highly talented, utterly modest middle-aged, shoegazers that are, Swervedriver. Playing there toys with smiles on there faces - constantly flicking on one pedal and then flicking on another you could see these guys were doing what they have always done and what they have always believed in.
You couldn’t hear any words amongst the arsenal, but at the same time you didn’t care, these are the songs you get lost in, and you can make your own words. Hats off to Club AC30 and the Scala who pulled off an incredible sound and concreted my decision not to see My Bloody Valentine at Benicassim or the Roundhouse. Pulling off a sound that perfect is a real coup. The soundsystems at those other venues could not deal with the delicate textures of 6 strings being strummed frantically through a chain of effects.
Bring on the Shoegaze revolution!
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