GRAVE­YARD

Metal Hammer (UK) - - Live Reviews - JONATHAN SELZER

BOMBUS SCALA, LON­DON

If you were won­der­ing what hap­pened to the 00s wave of Swedish vin­tage rock, Gothen­burg’s BoMBUs aren’t a par­tic­u­larly help­ful answer. For all the griz­zly tex­ture of their riffs, their set re­mains stub­bornly one-paced, only ap­proach­ing a state of ex­pan­sive ur­gency right at the death. They get an ap­pre­cia­tive crowd, but if feels like an overflow of an­tic­i­pa­tion for the head­lin­ers. Of all the closely knit bands that made their mark in the early to mid-00s, from Witchcraft through to Horisont and Skån­ska Mord, it’s only GRaVe­YaRD who’ve kept up the mo­men­tum, to the point where they’re now a cause célèbre, a por­tal for a more ide­al­is­tic age. As with their De­sert­fest show at Koko ear­lier this year, tonight is rammed, the at­mos­phere cel­e­bra­tory and rapt. Sound grem­lins might plague them, but can’t over­come the soul­ful­ness of Joakim’s Nils­son’s ripped vel­vet voice, or the way songs like opener Walk On and Un­com­fort­ably Numb bind a sense of a hal­cyon age to a very con­tem­po­rary rest­less­ness. It’s still the songs from

2011’s Hisin­gen Blues that get the big­gest re­sponse, Ain’t Fit To Live Here be­com­ing a clar­ion call be­fore an a cap­pella The Siren hold time and hearts in its thrall.

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