GIG REVIEW – Cut, Piss Kitti, Crapsons, Granfalloon @ Sound, Liverpool
[pics by richie yates]
Pete Bentham’s Free Rock ‘n’ Roll nights are simply the gift that never stops giving. I love this venue… It’s Sound. It’s also where I saw Cut for the first time this time last year, and I knew then it wouldn’t be the last… Neither would tonight…
Unbilled and tagged on to kick things off was the folktronica sounds of Granfalloon who late last year completed an Italian tour and is probably here because of that connection with tonight’s main band. Only caught the last two songs, but they were dead catchy and not your usual folk-by-numbers. It was a pleasant way of easing you in before the furore that was to come… Check out the album ‘Down There For Dancing.’
That furore began with the scally hating Crapsons, who are now in their second year and on a mission to check-in to as many of the country’s A&E departments as possible… Their debut EP ‘Deaths & Spelling Mistakes‘ is about to go for it’s second pressing and you understand why once you’ve seen them. Punchy punk rock songs about real things through the medium of distorted bass and stand-up drums… Gee Wizz, You Don’t Know When You’re Going To Die, Scallies, Kings Of The Council Estate and a hat-full of banter had the punters lapping it up and reaching into their pockets to buy the few remaining copies of the EP.
Another band certainly making noises on the Liverpool scene right now are Piss Kitti. Full of colour, these bikini killing rejects are trash city rockers. They’re glammed-up, hashed-up, fucked-up and exciting. Gimme simple riffs and a sackful of attitude everyday, as they count for far more than some technical wizards wanking over their instruments. Piss Kitti are the future of rock ‘n’ roll… Viva Piss Kitti…
Enter Cut… Coincidentally spelt CUT, just like the Bangor based band of the early 90s. This Italian version however is a sweaty melee of guitar riffs and smashed drums as they charge through their set, taking no prisoners. It’s post-post-punk played on guitars with cheese-wire for strings… They used to dance to a different beat but now they chant, rant and stomp and you cannot help but join in; swept away by a tide of pure energy. The number of CUT t-shirts in the crowd betray their popularity and they tell us they’ve been coming over from Bologna since 2009… I now own three of their seven albums; a collection I must complete. The show ends in a friendly traditional riot of a stage invasion and smiles… Nobody gets out alive for we are the happy dead…
Cut yourself up here…
