King 810 – Saturday 17th February 2018
Afterwards we move away to let the King 810 faithful have their turn at the front and we find the merchandise area. Courtesans are there and as always have time to chat and take selfies and I also speak to Howard about the set and things in general. These are genuine people who believe in what they are doing, and it makes a refreshing change.
King 810
They too announce their presence on stage with a tape playing and straight away launch into their first number. We’re stood on the platform at the back and the one thing that stands out is how huge the 2 front guys look! They appear to be massive compared to the crowd beneath, what a strange perspective we have here. That perspective gives their performance an edge. It’s clear early on they are angry about something, the way they spit out the lyrics, the rippling undercurrent of bass and the ominous stage persona they are projecting. The crowd go mad for it although it’s not a full-on pit more just large sections jumping and thrashing in time.
The one thing that did strike me as a bit odd was there appeared to be no guitar. There was a bassist, singer and drummer yet I’m sure I could hear a guitar. Perhaps he/she was hidden behind the massive 2 frontmen!
Being an underground club and standing towards the back I don’t think gives the best acoustics for any set. So some of what King do appeared at times to be the same as before but I’m sure that isn’t the case. I’m grabbed by some of the songs and melodies and catch glimpses of lyrics that are thought provoking and this turns out to be driven by their home town roots. These roots also explain the violence you can feel in both the lyrics and delivery which seems to fuel the seething mass below us.
By mid-set I’m beginning to get a feel for King 810. They’re angry about various aspects of life back home and that can lead to a life of crime. Another way is to express that anger through music or words and King 810 do both. It’s tough, it’s gritty and there’s a simmering atmosphere yet it never gets out of control and no bottles are thrown. It’s infectious in a way and whilst it doesn’t completely grab me as Courtesans do I am drawn in.
They play a brief encore which I think is dictated by the club curfew and the lights come up.
My Review Score: 8
Looking at the crowd now you see they’ve clearly had fun and small groups hug, shake hands and go on their way. We say goodbye to Courtesans and decide not to stay for the rock night which judging by the waiting people outside may well have been for people 1/3 my age!!