Live Report: PULLED APART BY HORSES at Gorilla Manchester, 24/11/2014

Pulled Apart by Horses tour

One thing that’s always grabbed me about Pulled Apart By Horses shows is the immediate vibe you get from the second you enter the venue. After successful attempts from Shinies and Menace Beach to warm up an already permanently enthusiastic crowd, stage time drew closer, as were the audience, like moths to some kind of psychadelic, strange purple light, being pushed back again from the constant moshing that fans at this kind of gig seem to become blissfully trapped in. The band walked out to Hot Squash, and a room full of screaming fans ready for whatever the guys were to throw at them. The next hour was a constant mosh pit. There was no escape from it… not that anyone wanted one. A set heavily based around the new material, with the oldies thrown in for good measure followed, stunning me from track to track. From Skull Noir to the encore tracks Yeah Buddy and Den Horn, the never ending sway and energy of the band and crowd alike lead to a roller coaster reaction from the entire room, with crowd surfing becoming almost compulsory from mid-set, bodies being thrown toward the stage left, right and centre. Even I myself glided over a few people toward the band, finding myself almost like an early teenage girl about to get to the stage on some kind of weird McBusted stage invasion, only to be toppled onto my face by security once my foot flew stage wards. A BIG thanks to all those who saved my life multiple times that night…

Another thing I have to add to the list of things that never fail to me about this band is how much they have progressed musically since the first album. The raw, early tracks they played in the night reminded me of the audio wet dream I experienced as a 15 year old first experiencing the yells and crashes and riffs that flew at me, as well as the manic performance and movement of guitarist James Brown (what a great name) and aggressive precision of Lee Vincent‘s drums throughout, yet the newer stuff sounded just as melodic and tight as on record, maintaining that “pissed off porcupine” energy the entire time. A key example of this came in Medium Rare, with frontman Tom Hudson and bassist Robert Lee‘s harmonies locking in perfectly. Something I can’t help but notice about the sound of PABH, is the grungier moments as the guys release more. There were parts of the set I really felt like we were about to find this generations Nirvana with the dynamic shifts and fuzzy bursts of noise coming faster and louder as the night went on.

The “true” madness came towards the end, where a Roman turtle formed with the amount of crowd surfers and moshing kicked off and flew forwards rapidly for the entirety of closer High Five, Swan Dive, Nose Dive, and the usage of the Spandau Ballet classic True between the end of the set and encore, prompting those who were hurtling over everyones heads and centralizing themselves in the frenzy previously to find a partner and have a good old slow dance. As per I, as many others walked away from this gig, realizing despite the ringing ears and complete confusion as to what had just happened in front of my very eyes, I yet again had witnessed something special come out of the leeds 4 piece. The unparalleled vibes and relentless insanity of the show through tracks like V.E.N.O.M and The Crapsons as well as the appearance of 80s pop between sets made up for the heartbreak of the lack of I Punched A Lion in The Throat and made the coat full of cider and warm water totally worth it. (I hope it was warm water… please God) So PABH are finally on the rise, both in a commercial and artistic sense. I believe as Tom‘s hair and beard grow, so do the bands creativity, and doesnt show any sign of letting up. So… A needlessly cheesy way to sign off and answer whether I’d be willing to watch this show again? Yeah buddy. All day.

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