Idles | Live Review & Photoset

main

Photos (c) Laure Noverraz

I leave the venue a bruised, tattered mess of a man as people spill onto the streets.

It’s a testament to the spirit of Bristol that Idles’ show at The Louisiana is sold out. The band have spent the last couple of years pulling together a brutal new post-punk sound, and it’s clearly paid off.

People are waiting around in the belly of the venue for spare tickets but with the demand so high and list space so tight, it’s inevitable that a few will be let down. A shame because, with alcohol consumption now increasing, there’s a real  sense that something special is about to happen.

No more than one track into the night and it becomes one relentless blur of mosh-fuelled debauchery. “Where’s my Bucky gone?” questions Joe Talbot; he’s handed an empty bottle from the crowd as he looks back in dismay. There’s all the makings of a legendary band here tonight; precise, dangerous and quite threatening, really. The stamina of those both on-stage and in the crowd is something to behold as, just as we feel ready for a breather, a thumping track like ‘Queens’ ensues and it’s all push-and-shove again.

There’s a total conviction behind new EP tracks, with ‘The Idles Chant’ and ‘Romantic Gestures’ blossom with lyrical genius, feeling instantly important. Talbot is dragged into the crowd throughout the night; nearly every member seems wired as the band focus on new material. Gone are the days of ‘Meydei’. The early tracks that once glimmered with hope have been shunted aside by something even more convincing and raw.

The evening feels very much like a turning point in their humble career — and bigger things are assuredly on the horizon. I leave the venue a bruised, tattered mess of a man as people spill onto the streets and take a seat wherever they can, on the floor or relegated to the road-crossing island. It was indeed that kind of night.

Brand new EP, ‘Meat’, deserves everyones attention — check out ‘The Idles Chant’ right here: