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27/02/2014 | The Rock Sound Impericon Exposure Tour – O2 Academy, Birmingham

Becci Stanley


The Rock Sound Impericon Exposure Tour does exactly what it lays out in front of you – bands featured in music magazine Rock Sound and sponsored by Impericon are given the chance to increase their exposure in an otherwise inundated and ever-changing music scene. Judged to be the ones to look out for, the bands should by that notion work together to create a truly ground-breaking show, and in ways, this is what they did.

First up Palm Reader kicked the show off to a noisy start with a cacophony of brutal screams, chugging guitars, wailing drums and some of the heaviest breakdowns heard since humans first inhabited the Earth. Unfortunately for them though, this didn’t create a polished effect. The presence of Palm Reader was all a little bit confusing, with no elements of the music specifically standing out and all just being received at the same loud and thrashing volume. My ears did feel like they were about to trickle blood by the end of the set.

The Colour Morale delivered their hybrid of soft melodic vocals and interludes laced with sudden heavy flairs in perfect harmony after a rocky start. Though relatively unknown, they have amassed a dedicated, almost obsessive fan base that have accumulated due to the raw, gospel-like lyrics the band use to send messages filled with hope to inspire their audience. They drummed this well and truly home with many breaks to talk personally to the audience before jumping straight back into the music, creating a hub of pure energy with bodies thrashing, words screamed and even tears.

Next up all the way from Paris, France are Chunk! No Captain Chunk! Deviating away from this so far serious affair with their heart-warmingly fun mix of synth, pop-punk, metal and songs about milfs, Chunk! steal the show with their comedic stage banter mixed with a truly humbled presence at amassing such a crowd, not to mention their brief lessons in French. This does not detract away from the mind-blowing musicianship seen on stage, I saw this band a mere year ago and in this time they have become a more refined unit with clear vocals, fast-paced drums carrying the razor-sharp guitars and beating bass lines.

Last but not least are Detroit mob We Came As Romans, bringing a varied mix of new material and old classics with one thing in common: they all sound atmospheric and unbelievably spine-tingling live. The band enters in sheer darkness with a hair-raising introduction before storming into their time-warp of a set spanning their whole successful career. The crowd are a frenzy. Bodies are flying, bouncing off the walls, clambering closer and closer to the action on stage, which is electric with each band member moving as much as physically possible giving the crowd a run for their money. Each song sounds album perfect, yet still maintains the raw and rough edge of live shows with the band pushing themselves to the limit. The guitars sound louder than ever, the vocals harsher, the bass deeper and the drums shatter more ear drums leaving the crowd breathless.