Partly Faithful / Clockwork Era @ Hoxton Underbelly, London
Ed Spencer is back in black as he reports on the melancholy theatrics of Partly Faithful...
Trundling down the stairs of the Underbelly, soggy from the rain donated, fittingly, by the April Skies, I seemingly drawn into a world of black; not only from the Guinness from whom I seek refuge, but the gathered group espousing Goth chic. Indeed, when first act Clockwork Era take to the stage just moments after my arrival, they too are clad in black.
Clockwork Era look young. As they should given that their oeuvre is primitive punk, delivered with ferocity and passion and a genuine belief in ‘the cause’ (whatever that cause may be).
We are quickly beckoned forth “I won’t bite... not unless you want me to!”) and then pelted with maniacal power chords, shrieked pain, rather brilliant contortions of face and a relentless pursuit of demon dispelling.
My personal favourite, ‘Fear Inside’, has a ridiculously catchy chorus with the perfect accompaniment, a grinding riff. There’s a nod to Nirvana, too, with the Aneurysm-esque sound of ‘Kids Are Clowns’.
Ah-ha. That explains the black clothes, I muse, as Party Faithful take to the stage; singer Ed is resplendent in leathers and hairspray, a cross dangling from his left ear and made up in make up. Immediately we are drawn into the moody, melancholy world of Cure-like musings, tortured guitars and heartfelt theatrics.
Party Faithful lull you in thanks to their varied approach, from the pensive (‘Your Song’) to the menacing (‘Just Fine’)- captivating all the while. A final slurp of the black stuff and I’m ready to battle the rain again.