London Notting Hill Arts Centre
[a]Union Kid[/a] are a thrilling live experience.
[a]Union Kid[/a] are crammed in a corner under the stairs. Drummer, Mark Keates wears glasses, and the guitarist/singer Sean Tohey sports a baseball cap that makes him look like a twat, and he is (ugh!) [I]strumming[/I]! And for the first two minutes we're thinking, "Ho hum, more 'nice' cack from from vaguely competent fuckwads."
And then [a]Union Kid[/a] stretch, coil and strike. Like whipchord! They're from Braintree, Essex, but sound like they've spent the last decade in going slowly mad in a shoebox in Ian MacKaye from Fugazi's closet in Washington DC. And from 'Sodajerk' through 'He Is Mono', we're treated to a taut, tight, tense and superbly overmuscled post-hardcore punk rock'n'roll set that consists of equal parts blood, sweat and viciously stretched gristle.
The album, 'Candy Falls Here', doesn't start to do them justice. [a]Union Kid[/a] are a thrilling live experience. Back in our sweaty cellar we are in pig-fuck paradise. Devotees of Coldplay - a band recently and accurately described by Alan McGee as "bedwetter music for students" - just wouldn't get it. [a]Union Kid[/a] get it. And, when they figure out how to get it down on record, so will you.
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