A multi-award-winning experience of what it’s like to live in constant fear, from rookie Hungarian director László Nemes
Glassjaw : Detroit St Andrew's Hall
Because, unlike a lot of their peers, this is a band with depth. Not only are they possessed of a sharp sense of dynamics, but their reference points are broader than most. This is put into sharp perspective by openers American Nightmare, whose employment of loudness for its own sake makes it even more surprising when Glassjaw take an introspective step back. Combined with 'Ape Dos Mil's off-kilter melody and the references to avant-weirdo Frank Zappa on 'Gillette Calvacade Of Sports', it's obvious that Glassjaw are more than just another bunch of boneheaded saynothings with abrasive guitars and carpet-bombing percussion.
Not that they're shy retiring types, mind. They emphatically know when to let rip, pummelling the crowd with dual doses of severity and passion. When one girl throws her homemade GJ shirt at singer Daryl Palumbo, he slips it on, whipping and convulsing around the stage howling. People feed off his presence as he leads them down his warpath, questioning authority and rejecting conformity. They finally arrive in the UK this week. Prime yourself, because Glassjaw are truly hardcore.
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