Turbowolf | Live Review


The crowd sway in unison as we’re told to imagine we’re rubbing the belly of a giant cat.

Turbowolf’s homecoming show painfully leaves us wishing we’d paid more attention in gym class. Every moment in the industrial surrounds of The Marble Factory feels like it should be documented, this is mainly down to the mental nature of frontman Chris Georgiadis – seriously, at one point he crowd-surfed to the bar and back without touching the floor.

It’s the band’s final UK show prior to them shipping off to Europe and it’s clear they’re relishing being back in Bristol. “Is this the Croft?” questions Chris, “It’s got a Crofty vibe about it”. In this brief moment he sends a massive compliment to The Marble Factory but also nods to the glory days of one of the city’s beloved venues. For those unaware, Turbowolf played The Croft’s momentous final show, shortly before the venue’s closure. They abruptly open with ‘Invisible Hand’ and there’s a swell of bodies amidst the pillars at the front. Self-admittedly we’re gifted with Turbowolf of new and old, with them sharing plenty from the second album ‘Two Hands’, as well as some dead-set oldies.

Midway through the show comes a surreal but much welcome break. The vintage croon of ‘Roses Are Red My Love’ comes from the PA, sounding like an old gramophone, the crowd sway in unison as we’re told to imagine we’re rubbing the belly of a giant cat. Georgiadis proves to be quite the comedian throughout with his unique and extravagant talkative-ness. Such is the spontaneous nature of this band that we’re given a choice as to which song we want played, the psychedelically-clad bunch onstage ask whether we want ‘Things Could Be Good Again’ or ‘Seven Severed Heads’, followed by a resounding roar for the latter. Then probably one of the heaviest tracks from their debut album arrived — “Holy ghost! Broken host! Time machine!” — there’s a total venom behind this band tonight and that’s a true privilege to be part of.

‘Rich Gift’ and ‘Solid Gold’ jut out as the focal points in the live environment, much as they do on the new record. It’s those lurid, dirty synths that just offer something that can’t be replicated outside of this band. It’s cutting from the off. You won’t ever forget a Turbowolf gig, they burn themselves into the brain with debauchery, precision and more than a few laughs.

Check out ‘Rich Gift’ right here: