Sunday. Sunday. Sunday.
Sunday. It’s not the best night to go out gigging but the nights’ line-up made the best of it. The three acts (from opening to closing) were Seraph Sin, Lesbian Bed Death and The Birthday Massacre. Who each put in a lot of effort to spice up another dull Sunday and while the chilly nights are ultimately setting in with these three acts it was a nice cosy evening with great tunes and good banter.
Opening this ominous eve, the final Sunday before the two worlds’ beckon closer and the veil between them is revealed, was Scotlands’ very own Seraph Sin. An act that like another well known export from the country only seem to be getting finer with age. These cheeky Scots are now veterans to the stage and their experience shows, through not only playing an excellent and powerful set, but in teasing the audience just enough to make the room moist. Coupling stage performance with an exciting and dramatic set list. Having played a new song live they left the crowd begging for a new studio release.
Moist might have been a bad word to use. Especially with the catchy Lesbian Bed Death coming on stage after Seraph Sin. Opening with their classic I Use My Powers For Evil they’ve been together with Sienna Venom for a while now who has filled the hole that Kittie Racchea left perfectly. A tight and energetic performance it also came with a sneak peak of their involvement with the upcoming film Clownface. Although fundamentally a Gothic novelty act these lovely Brits’ are anthemic to the scene and a great representation of all that is unholy.
The Birthday Massacre. A mighty vessel of professionalism and killer song writing. Straight up and with no bullshit. If there was ever a missing link between retrowave and metal then these the these Canadians are the mitochondrial synthwave. Capturing all the nostalgia and love they have for the eighties in a safely sealed collectors package. At least that is to say that their songs are tightly interwoven with pop culture yet distorted and deformed into a kitsch mix of macabre and sweet melodies that are presented in strangely pristine condition. Hearing them live is like staring at the sun. Brilliant.
As with the previous acts The Birthday Massacre exhibited the expression that practice makes perfect practice. Joyfully taking the stage ignited by the previous acts and chilling it out. Bear in mind though that there aren’t many acts out there that can claim to freeze Hell over but with the power of love that The Birthday Massacre commands it certainly seems possible with their gamely antics. Nothing short of magical it was with another strong set list that the power of Goth was strong this night. Casting shadows from the winters’ sun The Birthday Massacre are chilling, thrilling and killing it live.