Frank Carter and more smash Blackpool
VARIOUS VENUES, BLACKPOOL. 3 – 6.08.17
IT’S PUNK IN DRUBLIC AS THREE CHORDS AND THE TRUTH HIT BLACKPOOL
Welcome to Rebellion, the weekend when punk spit hits seaside rock for four days. It’s big, it’s loud, and it’s guaranteed to get messy. after be masked weirdos EVIL BLIZZARD (KK) prove something of a false start onthursday, TEENAGE
BOTTLEROCKET (KKK) get things on track, and frontman Ray carlisle’s tribute to his recently deceased brother Brandon makes for a touching moment. they’re followed by the rumbling punk of PENNYWISE (KKKK), who orchestrate the biggest pits and sing-alongs of the day, before BAD RELIGION (KKK) invite Blackpool to come and pray at the punk rock altar. It’s a no-frills and occasionally unremarkable set, but Greg Graffin and co. do just enough to keep the pogoing going.
It’s FRANK CARTER & THE RATTLESNAKES (KKKKK) who land the weekend’s first knockout on Friday, though. “what kind of carnage is this?!” gapes the fiery frontman, goading an already-churning empress Ballroom into splattering noses and skidding knees across the storied dancefloor.
Kent duo SLAVES (KKKKK), by comparison, suffocate this gaping space. wicked-trippy video screens heighten the nightmarish delirium, before swagger-tastic smashers Spit It out and cheer Up london nearly rattle the chandeliers from the ceiling.
Saturday sees hardcore heroes SCREAM (KKK) getting aggro in the empress Ballroom. they’re a bit hit and miss, but when their punked-up punches do land, they land hard.the room is much busier for ANTI-NOWHERE LEAGUE (KKKK), and the street-punk legends are rampant from start to finish, with So What and can’t Stand Rock & Roll making for euphoric moments.
that leaves SHAM 69 (KKKK) to close the day, and they take things up a level with a vitriolic performance. Far from a sham, the Hersham mob prove themselves to be the real deal.
‘I’m A DRINKING MAN WITH A WORKING MAN’S WAGE!’ boom BOOZE & GLORY (KKKK) on Sunday. Packing more ‘oi’ than a pub full of spilled pints, the london street-punks find plenty of approval from a fragile throng preciously cradling their liquid pain killers. after which, RICHIE RAMONE (KK), while not short of tunes, is considerably more ‘Ho-hum’ than ‘Hey-ho!’ today. However, PROPAGANDHI (KKKKK) are on hand to tip us past midnight with such raw electricity it’s practically a health-and-safety risk. Dropping fresh-cut victory lap amongst tested classics like Note to Self and Fuck the Border, the canadian veterans deliver a spectacularly spiky festival sign-off.
oh, we do like to be beside the seaside…
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