The Detroit four-piece Protomartyr gave a commanding performance last weekend at Yue Space, part of Spilt Works month long showcase of the international indie rock scene’s finest, and wonderfully strange characters. Resembling your childhood friend’s disgruntled working class father, whose sadness is masked his buttoned up shirt and a steady flow of Budweiser, frontman Joe Casey charged through one post punk rally after another. From the urgency, plight and ultimate beauty of ‘A Private Understanding’ to the doomsday prophecy of ‘Wheel of Fortune’, the band barely paused between songs, laying down their dry, observant, lyrical tales of life on the edges of society. Hauntingly engaging stuff. Support from the return of Deadly Cradle Death.
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Back to basics at Yue Space as Maybe Mars hosted an evening of menacing and alluring sounds from the flagship label’s deep trove of talent. Coming down from Shanghai, Golden Shower is the newest project from industrial […]
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