| Bring Me The Horizon 18/11/09 |
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| Tuesday, 08 December 2009 23:54 | |||
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Bring Me The Horizon - 18th November 2009 / O2 Academy Bristol  Sooo, Bring Me The Horizon, live, and all that jazz. To start with, a few general observations from the night. I was possibly the only person there that was able to grow facial hair. Who is tattooing all these 12 year olds?! Screaming girls were, at times, louder than the band, matched only by the whirring of the marketing machine. Maybe the sound engineer's fringe got in the way of their eyes, and ears,or maybe they're a child too and can't see the desk. Still, once they're old enough to do a music tech GCSE they'll be sorted. Clearly playing the long game you see. Mad Skillz! The girl in front of me burst into tears at one point, because obviously it was such an emotional experience. Moshing at the end of a gig, to get out of the venue, is frankly ridiculous. That this appears to have been the first gig for a lot of the audience, illustrates just how much more accepted heavier music has become to mainstream so-called ‘alternative’ kids. If these kids had been a few years older their first gig would probably have been Reel Big Fish or Sum 41, so it is quite a shift. Anyway, the music. First of all, the sound was pretty dismal, with the drums too high in the mix, and the guitars reduced to a washy, muddy crunch rather than a piercing, crushing tone. Despite this, it’s hard to criticise Bring Me The Horizon as a band, and frankly I don’t want to. Suicide Season is an excellent record, emotional, riffy and heavy throughout, spliced with a party-like vibe. And before you say it, no, it doesn’t require to be slapped with the ‘emo’ tag, as if it’s a withering diss. Emo? All good music should be emotional! Material from Suicide Season dominates the set, and all the better for it, as that album is the one where the band forged their own sound. Nothing radical, nothing that will change the world, but a signature style glossing a deathcore-like base with melody and atmosphere making them immediately identifiable. The first thing that pleasantly surprised the cynic within is that Oli Sykes’ vocals hold up live, and he makes for a very commanding and watchable frontman, bounding around the stage one minute and writhing on the floor the next, all with encouragingly palpable sincerity. The rest of the band are equally as active, flailing their instruments as is mandatory for a band in this ’scene’, if they even are, and backed by huge cheesy B M T H letters, a la Kiss.. Despite their success they don’t appear roadweary, jaded or inflicted with the rockstar virus. They actually seems to be enjoying playing music, who’d have thought it huh? Funnily enough, I quite enjoyed listening to it and watching it performed. Good times. Stuart Morgan 
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