Death Metal

A Night in Weston Super Mare

What can I say? This was a local gig in a snooker club, with local bands, most of whom do not look old enough to drink alcohol or even reach high enough to even see over a snooker table let alone play on it. DJ Ghost told me about the gig and asked me if I wanted to go along with him. “Why not?” I thought, “it is at least a night out!” I was not expecting a lot to be honest.

I was wrong.

Very, very wrong…

We found the venue, the Green Baize in the centre of Weston and noticed that there were the usual sort of metal fans hanging about outside having a smoke. From inside came the delicious sound of Iron Man by Black Sabbath, gently muffled by closed doors and a large stairway. We climbed the stairs, the music getting louder, the atmosphere getting darker!

Inside, it was pretty bleak, a dark cavernous room, a small stage and what looked like a feeble PA system. A few bearded twenty somethings wandered around looking cool, t-shirts emblazoned with the names of much loved heavy metal bands. I was warming to the venue, right up until the first band hit the stage and then I fell in love with the place.

The first band, Theories of Revolution, were a group of young lads all of whom looked like fairly typical metal head types, straggly beards, faded t-shirts and yet rather more pairs of glasses than you usually see head banging. They played the sort of rousing metal that makes men with very large and much sharper swords, charge naked (except for a covering of blue war paint!) into battle screaming obscenities! They did a couple of covers with the skill you expect from a regularly gigging pub band, but then announced that they had not played a gig together for well over a year. A band with no practice should not sound that good. A thirty minute set just did not feel long enough.

Theories of Revolution

The second band were frankly amazing, they blasted a pure brutal death metal, played with the smothering intensity of a land slide. I was happily buried by Gelgothen and knew by half way through the first song that I really liked this band. The humour of the band was clearly coming through, they loved making the music almost as much as the crowd loved hearing it. However the two second song had me in fits, the introduction to the song lasted longer than the song itself and yes, they were good, reminding me of Napalm Death at their most fun brutality.

Band number three were Made to Waste, a biblical apocalyptic terror given the form of a death metal band, clearly well rehearsed, using the stage with the casual elegance of a band who know that they own the crowd. This was precision metal artillery, a furious nuclear assault of the most brutal death metal that was showcased that night. Claiming that the pit was enthusiastic is understatement indeed, the pit infront of the stage was mesmerising with the friendly beatings they were giving each other. Yet as soon as the song ends, the hulks that were battering the shit out of each other embrace each other with warmth of the death metal brotherhood. It would be fair to say that this band with their cheeky smiles and ferocious sound wiped the floor with us as we were watching and we loved them for doing it to us. This is a band that deserves the recognition of a big record label and a world tour, they exude the air of a band that have been gigging for more years than they could possibly have been alive. At one point during the start to a particularly brutal song, the lead singer broke a string on his guitar. Stopping the show immediately he showed us with pride the damage done and asked us to cheer until the guitarist from another band lent him another guitar. We cheered because he asked us and we were his to command.

Made to Waste
Made to Waste

Made to Waste
Throne of Demise hit the stage while I was chatting with friends. However, I am not sure if that was their name to be honest, because at the start of the gig they claimed to now be called the Mother Fuckers! With a sound that reminded me in parts of Pantera or even Slayer, they stormed across the stage with enthusiastic brutality, mixing classic death metal growls with clean vocals. However, following a band like Made to Waste would be a challenge even for Slayer or Pantera, so a band that sounded similar was going to struggle.

Throne of Demise

Between the bands a couple of local DJ’s filled the quiet with some classic old school metal, the beer flowed and the atmosphere never swayed from loving good nature. I have been a metal head since my teens and I have never taken for granted that loving embrace of comradeship shared between drunken death metal fans. It is one of the most brutal forms of music, with a lyrical content that can shock and horrify, but at it’s heart is a feeling that just maybe, things can be good if you just tried being nice to other people and listen to brutal 

Death fucking Metal

Both Ghost and I had a wicked time, I started from a point of view that was expecting a few kids squawking out badly played Nirvana covers. But we were knocked sideways when professional, well rehearsed and extremely brutal metal bands floored us with a display of aural violence that I have not seen since Extreme Noise Terror in London, back in the nineties. If you get the chance to see any of these bands then do so, you will not be disappointed.