Recently there was a study that looked into the idea of three minute intense daily exercise, which apparently could keep you fitter than slogging it out in the gym, and by the looks of it the Blacklisters were using this technique during each one of their songs in their performance in the Library tonight.
The energy radiated off of the Leeds band, in fits and bursts the band would push themselves, the songs and their vocals as far as they possibly could. Faces were shaken at warp speed and G force was demonstrated all over lead singer Billy’s face. Shaking his head from side to side, and still managing to hold together the songs, was more than an achievement.
Previous to the set the band harmonised, through laughter, but as the screams was thrown out of Billy Mason, the surprising thing was that they were in tune, and instead of just screaming they appeared more like notes.
Fans were treated like friends, questions were frequently dealt to the audience and the band seemed to genuinely want to hear the responses. The laughs weren’t in short supply, and with song titles including, ‘Ask yourself a question if the answer is go f*** yourself’ you can tell that they don’t take themselves too seriously.
Each song was followed by an anecdote about the next song or a little snap shot of their lives. Stories included the latest phone fad “Draw Something”, where the band revealed that they had been communicating through drawings of Wu Tang Clan and mustard, everyone looked at each other in predictable cliché belief, which said “oh, I do that too”, and restrained themselves from picking up the phone and drawing yet another picture of Pitbull or a sandwich.
The crowd response seemed nervous, and the rapport didn’t appear too quickly, they started by awkwardly shuffling their feet a little way back from the stage, before venturing closer and eventually heavily nodding their heads.
Their unapologetic sound was well choreographed; music was jagged, harsh and sharp.
The band thrived on the set and it was surprising that the performance was their last one on tour, as they were so full of vitality.
The best songs were the thirst quenching ‘Swords’, where Mason repeatedly launched the microphone to his chest in a stab fashion, and the tangled ”Club foot by Kasabian”. The set was surprisingly neat as the boys swilled more and more beverages the quality didn’t waver, and the audience’s enjoyment rose. The violent vocals of the band were a conflict to the Blacklisters behind the instruments, as Billy emulated a children’s television presenter as he waved and told everyone in his strong Yorkshire tone, “I’ve had a lovely time”.
If you had thought that the only successful hardcore band to come out of Leeds in the last couple of years were Pulled Apart by Horses, then you need to get Blacklisters on your radar.