TENGGER CAV­ALRY

Metal Hammer (UK) - - Lives - CATHER­INE MOR­RIS

FORMICARIUS/MAXDMYZ

Un­der­world, lon­don

Mon­go­lian met­allers make an en­tranc­ing UK de­but

METAL’S CA­PAC­ITY FOR

the weird and won­der­ful knows few bounds, and tonight’s line-up expands it yet fur­ther. From the melodic All To Hell to new sin­gle Grieve, the ex­e­cu­tion of lo­cal ‘al­chem­i­cal metal’ crew

MAXDMYZ’S [6] set is a lit­tle rough around the edges tonight, and wiry front­man Twis­ter’s ex­u­ber­ant en­ergy isn’t quite re­flected back in the mod­estly sized crowd. FORMICARIUS [5] are cel­e­brat­ing the re­lease of their de­but al­bum, Black Mass Rit­ual, pay­ing mu­si­cal trib­ute to the early 90s Cra­dle of Filth-style english black metal. Un­for­tu­nately, Lord Saun­ders’ rat­tling vo­cal style on songs like May The Rats Eat Your Eyes lends them an un­palat­able, car­toon­ish qual­ity that’s un­com­fort­ably rem­i­nis­cent of alestorm.

TENGGER CAV­ALRY [8] are mak­ing their first ever UK ap­pear­ance, and the prom­ise of the fa­mous Mon­go­lian throat singing means there’s a tan­gi­ble sense of ex­cite­ment in the crowd. That prom­ise is ab­so­lutely ful­filled, but the most im­pres­sive as­pect of tonight is how seam­lessly the fairly straight­for­ward, catchy riffs of Hymn Of The Earth and Die On My Ride blend with Na­ture G’s un­usual vo­cal ac­ro­bat­ics to cre­ate a unique, su­per-heavy sound. The ef­fect is so hyp­no­tis­ing that it only be­comes ap­par­ent half­way through their set that the band are miss­ing a drum­mer tonight, which makes their cap­ti­vat­ing per­for­mance – crim­i­nally cut short – even more im­pres­sive.

Tengger Cav­alry’s Na­ture G: “Turn that air con on now!”

Formi­carus start to

run out of gas

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