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By Carl Edlund Anderson

Oli lamented: "So loudness was minimal" (for some club night or another...)

Unlike Tinattack/Sixty Watt Shaman/Karma to Burn at the Old Angel in Nottingham last night. K2B, especially, were one of the louder acts I've heard in some time, and it was nice to once again stand 12 foot from a full Marshall stack cooking flat out!

After considerable navigational chaos on the way to Nottingham (less said, the better), we arrived at the Old Angel (which, as a venue, is noticeably smaller than the Boat Race) during what transpired to be Tinattack's set. These dudes were were two Gibson guitars and drummer who were having a whale of a time riffing like nutters and peeling out every rock pose in the book. One of the guitarists (sporting a fine Nashville Pussy shirt) would screech at the microphone occasionally, when the mood took him, and the other got very exercised by Jimmer's Napalm Death shirt, and provided us with some passably authentic "Ooooooooooghh" vocals as a tribute. Tinattack were rather rough around the edges - just a step from a stoner version of Wyld Stallyns, really - but were quite mental, fun, and set us up well for the rest of the evening.

Sixty Watt Shaman, from Maryland (Baltimore, gods help them) had Gibson guitars (actually, none of the bands had any non-Gibson guitars!) a Rick bass (All right!), and physiques that suggested they liked their Krispy Kreme donuts. Hell yeah! The singer had a Motörhead shirt, the bass player had that biker chic down pat (including the skull tattoo'd atop his shaven pate) and was also a monster bass player, and the guitar player just looked like some guy you might see eating a cheese-steak sandwich somewhere. The drummer had a Cannibal Corpse shirt and a Black Label Society baseball cap. All this boded well. And indeed, they sounded like they had a properly misspent youth in some garage, getting stoned and listening to Sabbath etc., then weaving a bit of Mason-Dixon Line drawl through it all. Jimmer thought they were sounded very Clutchy (no bad thing), but while I could hear what he meant on some of the songs, it seemed mostly to me like they had grown up around the same area as Clutch (which is pretty much true) and liked and despised similar shit (which seems likely). They were pretty cool and their album was only 8 quid so I got it. Kick ass.

Karma to Burn looked liked a 3 guys who work down at Bob's Lube & Ammo Shop. Probably do. They are, of course, just guitar, bass, and drums, without any need for vocals. Or song titles, for that matter, since they just numbered the songs and people who had the album with song "38" or whatever would wave their arms and cheer. Fair enough. They sounded like a bunch of hillbillies who grew up listening to truck drivin' music, and then decided to play it as if they were classic Metallica possessed by classic Sabbath (all still without vocals). Every piece was a massive conglomeration of incredibly tightly delivered riffs at incredible volume. It was pretty fuckin' awesome, I have to say, and they were probably one of the louder acts I've seen in the UK. It was heading toward Warren Haynes levels... They were also excellently cool, though they didn't have a CD with them, so I didn't get it, but damn I'm gonna hafta!

Rock and roll ....

a dividing line


a dividing line