
Lasertilia
Charles Dexter Ward and the Imagineers
Chubby Thunderous Bad Kush Masters
Trevor’s Head
The Arches Venue, Coventry
19th April 2017
Half of Fighting Boredom headed for the Arches Venue last Wednesday for what promised to be a night of metal, psychedelia and general mayhem judging from the band’s names. Read what we thought below.
So tonight has perhaps the most lunatic bunch of band names I’ve seen sharing a bill for many a year, possibly the last merging of titles like this contained the mighty Ozric Tentacles but then that would have been a while back now. I’ve come without the trusty Fighting Boredom photographer so I feel only half here, it’s strange. The word is that Charles Dexter Ward’s guitarist is stuck by Luton on the M1. Anyone who has read anything I have written about Mr Ward and his Imagineers will know my feelings about them and I’m fairly sure that being in a van on the M1 was just a cover story for glitches in the band’s time machine. He may well be stuck by Luton but I doubt the M1 has even been built yet, or humanity as we know it exists, he’s in the primordial forests hunting for the origin of the psychedelic gods.
There’s dry ice and the place is full of riffs, the night is turning out to be very metal. They then batter us down with hard, heavy thrash and a screaming vocal, switch to a drum led boogie rock that has an epic feel. Every song is an adventure into different strands of rock and metal, with a bit of funk and fuzziness thrown in just for a laugh. They are tight and great. I’ll be seeing them again.
But they also have Corpse Paint, and the music reflects this dual personality with a schizophrenic mix of mentally heavy psych rock and incredibly intense metal that appears to jump off the stage and punch you repeatedly in the side of the head until you agree to like it. What becomes clear is that with this band there is no quarter given, their spaced out onslaught just keeps upping the stakes until the people at the front are frantically headbanging along. Mayhem and instability have taken over the night. The vocals are low and hateful, a perfect match with their deathly black metal psychedelic freakout. They finish with a full on thrash attack and they leave at least some of us shell shocked.
they lock together and you know there is nothing stopping this sound. The music is taking hold now, reality is sliding apart as the singer sways and stretches while the band play on. They speed up and the walls are closing in, they loosen off and crash into an almost traditional blues mood but it still sounds like a voodoo ritual. The sound distorts and fuzzes more as shadowy figures, in cloudy cheap suits with strange, unearthy instruments seem to stand behind them playing.
The sound is a funky, loose metal which moves up and down, hard and cool. His gruff melodic vocal slots perfectly into the noise made by the rest of the band, content to stand and create the backing for their focal point of a vocalist. They are great too, it’s good that in a tiny club like this you can get four bands that, although loosely in the same game, all sound as good and different as they do, draw a decent crowd and are able to slot around what may have been a disaster with one of them having a minor crisis, good to see that small bands just want to play and will help each other out.