Arrived at One Cafe at 2pm and finding the venue empty was worrying. But after sitting with two nice dudes waiting for people I know to actually arrive, I embraced the calmness with my major headache, and rested while waiting for the gig to start. Met Pali and his group of friends and waited until Azam arrived.
Bringing in three good bands from overseas to join our underground scene's bound to create the collective chaos one looks for in a nation craving for hardcore blast-offs. It's all down to serious hardcore business, even to the point of gig-goers (Joker sekali hahaha) slapping "This is hardcore gig, not photography class" posters all over the walls. Goldkids Tour 2009 purges a tight 6-band line up performance at One Cafe, after hitting off at Singapore the day before.
It's a cosy atmosphere, and despite the lack of a full-to-burst crowd, the energy inside the venue was enough to make Goldkids (AUS), Ghost Town (AUS) and More Than Life (UK) feel hyped up for the stage. The Padangs tear open the stage and takes fans through a whirlwind ride with their usual performances always ending with a "freakin' tight!" from the fans. The sound system successfully strayed away this time from the repetition of 'sucky', although the keyboards almost sounded muted throughout The Padangs' set. But let's brush that away and indulge in the sexy guitar duets and power slammed out from the Adema-like vocals and frantic drums, shall we?
Contradicting against the stereotypical 'local bands before the headliners', Ghost Town kick themselves up on stage for the second set, and give us a taste of what dirty, underground music from Australia sounds like. They kicked themselves on and they . kicked . hard. The crowd is introduced to a throng of fast pased, ever changing tunes one after the other, putting in all too literally both body and soul, throwing themselves around the stage like a bunch of synchronized lunatics. The music solid and vocals wild, Ghost Town charged up the atmosphere, and spun crowds through crowdsurfs and stage dives straight up to the next band; the headliners.
Goldkids strut up on stage and wraps the kids around their fingers - or shall I say, guitars - the moment they plunge in. They shouted raw, they shouted rough, they shouted filthy back alleys and too much alcohol. The vocalist was so horny for the crowds he just had to continously do a stage dive or scream into his fans' ears. Think... Kids on the Move with a mix of Second Combat, and you've got Goldkids for you. Spent a lot of time waiting around for the bands to get started, and camwhored with everybody haha was funny. At this point, Moshi's arrived and we're one happy family. Pfftbahahaha.
It's colossal, it's larger than life, it's More Than Life. Definitely a band people have been waiting for, a fanbase formed itself before the stage, awaiting the Brits to show us their side of what hardcore's all about. We were encaged within a trance of lights synching with the guitar riffs and letting the melodies of the guitars seep into our eardrums. The vocals were running raw and despite the awkward strangled screams once in a while, their music was well-arranged and maintained the energetic boost within the venue.
Kids on the Move (KOTM) pulled back the fans into the venue after the short break, and gave the locals the taste they were waiting for and the internationals a fresh bite of KL hardcore. A typical accomplishment were gained for KOTM as they finished their final song, and gave way to Black Territory (BT). BT once again draws the show towards the final moments with a dark dip down into the sultry melodies of their murky metal genre. With a short and sweet set to show off their fans, BT kept the atmosphere on the up level.
A surprise announced too late, Daarchlea was given the sneaky last-minute slide in to end the night. Because of this, the crowd was short of their infamous 666 Headbang Crew and everyone had started to leave when Black Territory twang-ed the last chord. Unabashed by that however, Daarchlea rumbled at full throttle, twisting headbanger neck muscles with lightning fast guitars and thunder drums that clashed the night to a boomcrash end. I headbanged despite my headache (sumpah PANDAI), and had to hold an aching head all the way home afterwards.
Went outside after the gig, sat around for a while and sung Happy Birthday to a friend, Kerol, who kena'd tepung telur, ahahahaha. Went back home with Moe, who dropped Moshi and Linda home as well. Funky car ride with loads of laughter!
Friends + gigs = good for Celine