The Boys/Marc Valentine – the Exchange, Bristol 11.01.25

The Boys/Marc Valentine – the Exchange, Bristol 11.01.25

Can’t believe its been several weeks since I saw a band live so what better way to break into 2025 than watching The Boys and Marc Valentine in The Exchange in Bristol, the venue with the best PA in all clubland.

Marc opened proceedings with a fine set of souped-up happy-go-lucky Rock n Roll and had the perfect foil in Richard Davies slinging round his telecaster. What you got was two broken strings in one support set, a Happy Birthday to the Bass player and a confident romp through forty-five minutes of great punky power pop played with a swagger because Marc knows he can write a tune or two and the likes of ‘Jinx Of Finchley Road’ and the set closer ‘Last Train Home’ hammered home that very point and I can’t imagine there was anyone in the busy Exchange who wouldn’t have been impressed with what they just saw.

Tracks from ‘Future Obscure’ stood shoulder to shoulder with songs from the more recent ‘Basement Sparks’ and a well-placed cover of ‘Will You Love Me Tomorrow’ seemed spot on. A wonderful support slot and just what was needed to shake off the post-Christmas cobwebs. If you get the chance, go see Marc and his band they’ll entertain and have you chewing out the rhythm on your bubblegum for sure. Excellent Rock n Roll songs delivered with a smile and passion, great stuff.

Onto the main event and the Boys. Now I’ve seen the band over the last couple of decades many many times in all sorts of venues but it has been a few years since we last crossed paths so I was really looking forward to tonight. Joining Matt and Cas on second guitar tonight is Chips Kiesbye as well as longtime Bass player /vocalist Kent and on drums the powerhouse that is Martin H Son.

There was no messing about tonight and the band got straight down to business knocking out classic after classic with only the odd forgotten lyric or missed cue it always makes for a more human and real experience when these things happen and the ban are so relaxed about it and just get on with the job at hand. It’s only after the first dozen or so songs you realise how many bloody quality songs they have in their canon, It ‘TCP’ into ‘See You Later’. ‘Weekend’, ‘Terminal Love’, ‘Soda Pressing’ are all dispatched with aplomb and the appreciative audience is lapping it up.

It’s hard to believe that ‘Punk Rock Menopause’ is over a decade old as songs like ‘1976’, and ‘Organ Grinder’ sit so nicely with ‘Global Warming’ in the Boys catalogue. It’s not until ‘You Can’t Hurt A Memory’ that we get a breather of sorts as the band sounds fantastic be it from actually rehearsing or muscle memory or just Rock n Roll is in their bones but they just deliver the best of times with songs like ‘USI’ then follow it up with the fantastic melodies and harmonies that go into ‘I’m A Believer’.

Cas leads us into the home straight with a raucous Hollywood Brats ‘Tumble With Me’. Martin Signals the final flurry with the awesome beat that gets the hands in the air for ‘Brickfield Nights’ and the audience duly obliges with helping out on the vocals for an exceptional run through ‘Brickfield’. Its heads down for the final romp as ‘First Time’ makes way for a thunderous ‘Living In The City’ before we say adios amigos with Cas taking the lead vocals for ‘Sick On You’. Almost two dozen songs in roughly an hour and a bit delivered with passion and attitude that belies their ages. the Boys are a Rock n Roll phenomenon with a proud catalogue and the ability to still deliver excellent Rock n Roll live without the aid of a safety net or walking aids. It doesn’t happen very often but if you do get the chance go see them, they’ll impress you no question about it. What a top night to break in 2025. Marc Valentine and The Boys Diolch Am Fawr.

Author: Dom Daley

    Zeke/The Hip Priests/Seven Crowns – Bristol, The Exchange – 20th June 2023

    Zeke/The Hip Priests/Seven Crowns – Bristol, The Exchange – 20<sup>th</sup> June 2023

    Whilst most of the rest of the UK is seemingly trying to cram itself into Cardiff tonight to watch some talent(less) show pop singer we’re (thankfully) heading in the opposite direction on the M4 (which is like a car park going the other way) as we breeze into Bristol unfashionably early, just in time to catch the first of tonight’s three band bill… which really is the antithesis of everything going on back home.

    Seven Crowns from Bath who’ve been shoehorned onto the bill to give maximum value for mayhem get to give those of us in early doors an immediate bloody nose as their brand of punk/metal kind of reminds me of that time I once put an Eyehategod LP on at 45rpm by mistake (go on, try it). It’s fast., brutal and as heavy as a million burnt out suns. The fact that they have been together for 20 years and released multiple albums is quite staggering for yours truly as I really don’t think I’ve ever heard of them before, but in saying that when their singer Jonny Bainbridge admits they can’t be arsed to promote their new single, or in fact name it when they play it live, then perhaps I shouldn’t be that surprised after all. The locals must be aware of them though as they are all crammed around the doorway of The Exchange’s live room, making it almost impossible to get out for a pint or indeed a piss, all seeming positively terrified of the four piece, and there is an element of S.S.S meets Poison Idea like danger to their performance, but me I’m happy to be front and centre savouring every moment of discovering yet another great punk band.

    I discovered The Hip Priests, Nottingham’s nefarious purveyors of black denim blitz-rock a long, long time ago. In fact, I’ve probably seen them live more times than any other band, but tonight is the first time I’ve seen them post the release of their fifth studio album ‘Roden House Blues’. Thankfully those who had been cowering in the corner of the venue for Seven Crowns pack the dancefloor for opener ‘Stand For Nothing’, the Jugend pleasing “woah oh woah-ing” chorus hitting the garage punk bullseye straight from the get go.

    Whizzing through a set containing some of the band’s best singles (‘Jesus Died So We Could Ride’ and ‘Cheers To Me’ take a bow) along with a tasty smorgasbord of tunes from the aforementioned new album (‘The Best Revenge’, ‘Can’t Abide With Me’ and ‘Shakin Ain’t Fakin’ all getting the faithful dancing) it’s impossible to fault the boundless energy and commitment of the five guys up on the Exchange stage.  Guitarists Austin Rocket and Gentle Ben trade licks like Kramer and Smith on speed at opposite sides of the venue whilst in-between them giant of the bass rumble Lee Love along with frontman Nathan Von Cruz tease and please those diehards draped over the monitors. The surprise performance award tonight though must go to drummer DP Bomber who is like an East Midlands Tommy Lee behind his kit, and as we all know great bands all start with a great drummer.

    The Hip Priests most certainly have a tiger in their tank right now, but they save the best until last as they thrash through ‘Juiced Up And Loose’ and leave everyone hot, sweaty and wanting more. Now, talking of which, where was ‘Zero Fucks…..’ Only joking lads, I know it was a support slot and time was tight, although in saying that, tonight the world revolves around Zeke Time.

    Zeke really are like no other band in the world right now, as tonight they play for around 40 minutes and in that time bludgeon their way through somewhere in the region of around 25 songs. It’s not fast, its fucking hypersonic hardcore, and the fact that they do all it without a single set list on the stage is nothing short of a modern musical miracle.

    Whilst trying to track said set list for the purpose of this review I just had to give up and simply enjoy the moment, as the band, as always, chaperoned by singer guitarist Blind Marky Felchtone, thundered through the likes of ‘Holley 750’ ‘Two Lane Blacktop’ and their as always awesome cover of ‘Shout It Out Loud’ like they were on dreaded a club curfew (they weren’t by the way) and my fellow gig-goers hurtled past me with expressions on their faces like they were trying to escape a zombie apocalypse, by way of some sort of twisted appreciation.

    BMF is certainly a man of few words between songs (its normally just a series of noises and grunts, that to my ears have always sounded positively West Country-like) but when he tells everyone that drummer (and band co-founder) Donny Paycheck is playing everything a little fast tonight, the affirmative roar he receives in response should be proof positive that what Zeke do they do very, very well indeed.

    Special mention must also go to bassist Jason Freeman and guitarist Jeff Hiatt, who put in a towering shift on the opening night of this extensive European tour, and I can just feel it in my bones that the upcoming album that this line up has just recorded is going to be an absolute headfuck.

    With The Exchange situated deep within Bristol City Council’s recently introduced Clean Air Zone I can’t help think the enforcement agency employed to collect the tariff for noxious vehicles travelling within it perhaps missed a trick with Zeke in town tonight, because this eight legged punk rock juggernaut is easily the most toxic thing on the road anywhere in the world right now, and we wouldn’t want it any other way.

    Author: Johnny ‘ZFG’ Hayward 

    Clowns, The Broken Bones Gentleman’s Club, Glug – Bristol Exchange 18.11.19

    Clowns, The Broken Bones Gentleman’s Club, Glug – Bristol Exchange 18.11.19

    I’d still describe Clowns a new band  but then they’ve been doing this hardcore rock n roll lark for six years which would hardly make them new really, it’s a tough one but one of the best records released this year without a doubt is ‘Nature / Nurture’ and its a great move on the face of it signing for Fat Wreck Chords. About eighteen months ago I stood in the Ballroom at Blackpool Winter Gardens in the early afternoon and watched Clowns own the day and turn in a pulverising and quite beautiful set and that was before we even had a sniff of the latest album (which, Incidently is their best by a country mile)  and before that I’d seen them in one of the smallest stages of the festival a year or two before that where they’d just released ‘Bad Blood’ and that was a brutal – pulverising performance that made those present sit up and take notice of these Australian loons kicking the shit out of our ears with their punk rock.  Wind forward to a cold November in Bristol as part of their jaunt around Europe in support of Nature/Nurture’ Clowns are in the motherfuckin’ house boys and girls and it’s a school night and the place – whilst not packed to the rafters is in decent shape and very busy indeed.  Anyway rewind the evening a little and first up is three-piece Glug.  Two ladies on guitar and Bass swapping vocals in the briefest of sets that was basically ten minutes and a bit but ten songs and plenty of between-song banter. they were never going to steal the show they knew it and we knew it but it was great to see them doing what they do on a school night.

    Next up were the four-piece local lads The Broken Bones Gentleman’s Club. who to be fair have been around the block and are used to this kinda Monday night punk rock show as they proceeded to smash out their tight set of Hardcore punk rock for the next twenty-five minutes or so.  Flip is a bundle of energy and turns the screw on the rest of the band as they get pushed harder and faster and tonight it really works.  Cookie is our prowling the audience poking for a reaction and its working.  Tonight The Broken Bones Gentleman’s Club are smashing it (as the kids say) as for what they played I couldn’t even begin to break it down as song titles were irrelevant. Maybe they played ‘Reasons’ maybe they didn’t but what mattered was tonight they were on form and took no prisoners and impressed those who’d bothered to turn up on time and give these punks the time of day.  Great effort.

    Finally, Clowns are ready as the busy venue is up for what is about to unfold and I’ve been looking forward to this since it was announced. Stevie has a sharp new haircut (since last time) and after a few stretches were ready to go and without any fanfare and ‘I Shaved My Legs For You’ is riffing the fuck out of the room and from the off this is going to be something special. Hanny J is a great foil for Stevie as they are both penned in by the dual riff maesters Rod and Will either side as they unleashing the venom. What a blistering opener, then it’s back to the rapid assault of ‘Infected’ off the uncompromising ‘Bad Blood’ album and that’s where they stayed for the title track and low and behold they open up ‘These Veins’ as well and the band sound on fire.

    Next track up is ‘Freezing In The Sun’ which was released as a single prior to the last album but it only gave a slight glimpse into what was to come as the band took a giant leap sonically from the first two albums to ‘Lucid Again’ and then ‘Nature / Nurture’ where they seem to have really come of age and grown into something really special. Some of the songs steered them into Janes Addiction Territory (when Janes were on fire of course) and this single was their most accessible track to date and tonight it was pounding and they executed it to within an inch of perfection.

    The band then flip-flopped between the most recent couple of albums with the pick of the tunes from both slotting in very nicely indeed. It took Williams a while to get into the audience but when he was comfortable he was like a cat on a hot tin roof not standing still for a second as the band hammered home the tunes giving him the space to do his thing and boy did he do it.  ‘Like A Knife At A Gunfight’  grew into a swirling beast that it is but it was overshadowed by the monumental ‘, I Wanna Feel Again’ that showed how much this band has grown over their short tenure and all those shows are paying off because I wouldn’t want to be in a band and follow these on stage on this evidence. To suggest it was epic isn’t an understatement at all.

    By the time we hit ‘Soul For Sale’ and a quick check of the time we knew we were reaching melting point in the set, the whole place was twitching at the very least as some lost their collective shit it was only ‘Never Enough’ to wrap up the evening. A  fitting ending to a superb night of Hardcore entertainment from a band that was on fire and one I can’t recommend highly enough they were simply a sight to behold.

    If you get the chance you really should check these Clowns out. It’s never too late to pick up one of the albums, hell even go for the first one that they sadly neglected this evening but I guess its fair that you can’t have everything. Now, these and Bronx on a doubleheader would be just the best idea if someone could make that happen in 2020 I’d be grateful.  Clowns from Australia I salute you, you came – we saw – you rocked.  Fuckin Awesome!

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    Author: Dom Daley