RUSSIAN CIRCLES + BRUTUS, BOSSK OVAL SPACE, LONDON 16/05/2018
A night of decimating noise from the Chicago post-metal kings
At a certain volume, Russian Circles cease to be a sensation that enters through your ears, but something that sinks in through your pores. Your guts reverberate, your teeth rattle to numbness within your skull, as if every cell in your body were reconstructing itself to the sounds they’re making. Through the smoke permeating this bare-bones warehouse comes an even hazier rumble, as openers Bossk make beers and knees quake with sludgy nebulae of fuzz. More adrenalised than their counterparts this evening, post-everything rockers Brutus careen along on skittering guitars and car-crash percussion, with Stefanie Mannaerts’ howls injecting glass-shattering ferocity to the band’s sonic flash-bang grenades. For sheer shock and awe, though, Russian Circles are a force of nature. Colossal grooves and sustained single notes roar like wind blowing through some Himalayan ravine, and the air even seems to thin as Afrika reaches its howling, climactic peak, before Youngblood dives into steamrolling riffs of planet-destroying magnitude. Whether you sway, headbang or stand transfixed in mountainous wonder, Russian Circles will bring you back down to your knees.