This was my first time in seeing this band, having only heard their recent singles "Oh Yeah" & "Rock n Roll Queen". My first thoughts were that I would be in for a night of savage riffing and boisterous noise, but other than that I didnt harbour any expectations.Without question I got what I bargained for and a whole lot more. My socks where proverbially rocked off.
This crowd were surely waiting in a frenzied anticipation. The support band were The Rifles: a very nice solid tight outfit, with a great thrashy, rabid sound. A great hors-d'oeuvre if you like.
As the waiting almost become agony, sure enough the backdrop was realeased with the wording "The Subways" unveiled, to go with the red spiral light show, it was enough to glitter-gel our rock bellies right up and get down with these new afterdark demons of cool.
The Subways are three: Billy Lunn( lead guitar and vocals) and his fiance and bassist Charlotte Cooper, while not forgetting the their own Mr.Consistent at the back, drummer Josh Cooper.
They walked on the stage in a laid back fashion and nonchantly transformed themselves into music machines and then BANG, we were off on a gritty fuzz buzz rock voyage.
Here is a young band with real verve and swagger, taking no prisoners whatseover. Loud, earthy and crisp throughout. From beginning to end, completely faultless, from 3 quirky looking relatively young people. It all just operates so well in a perfect marriage of hard strum guitaring, twanging bass & smash pan drumming: all topped off by some downright decent vocals.
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It gels so well, with the trio playing off each other, thriving in an Electric Wonderland: from Charlotte dancing around full of rhythm and vixen-esque style, looking like she has been doing this gigging lark for years, to the precise and superb drumming of Josh Cooper. Billy Lunn, meanwhile, belts out songs with such venom and conviction, but at the same time with a real genuine excitement and an honest vibe of simply wanting to nowehere but where he is tonight. Pure class.
They got better and better with each of their 3 minute head scrubs getting the crowd sweating like six packs in the sun, and the ones lucky enough to get to the front were whipped up into a sticky, congealing mess under the lights. It all adds up to the concluson that massive things are in store for this band.
When the band came out for the encore, Billy decided to climb a 30ft high speaker box to sit on the top crossed-legged and serenade us, looking more like Billy Bragg than Billy Lunn. It was a fun way to say goodnight and I was left thoroughly impressed, looking forward to their next gig immensely- that is of course unless Billy and Charlotte tie the knot and get on with the pipe n slipper industry. I f*cking doubt that somehow, though.
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