The Warlocks Live @ The Garage Nov 9th

Being known more for their dark off-stage antics rather than their on-stage performances has
almost become synonymous with The Warlocks. A pre-gig chat with the band (coming soon)
and they are in relaxed, playful mood. No signs of occult rituals or virgin sacrifices backstage.
Or perhaps this all kicks off when the clock strikes midnight....

The band arrive on stage in a puff of smoke as one roadie gets a tad over-excited by the
smoke machine and bombards the band (especially little keyboardist Laura who becomes the
invisible woman) and the bleary-eyed crowd who seem to love this grisly atmosphere. Is this
the true experience of a Warlocks gig?

To be honest, it's not. It's just part of the wonderful, hypnotic ambience that seeps from this
band. A massive line-up: 3 guitars, 2 drummers, bassist and keyboardist - not only helps to
create the floods of sounds but each member contributes to the tremendous stage presence.

All male fans are delighted by Ms Jenny Warlock on bass. With each hip sway and flick of her
hair you know exactly what wet dreams the boys will be having tonight. But for me, cute but
sullen lead guitarist Corey steals the show. He looks like he's just had a nap and woken up
after a heavy session at the gym; gloriously toned but slightly fuzzy-eyed. What strikes me
most about him, is his frenzied, poignant and dangerous guitar playing. He plays so
beautifully but looks so sad. Definitely a potion that gets me hooked.

There is little crowd banter from frontman Bobby however he wins legions of hearts by one, simple move. Firstly, he begins to
crowd surf but then takes off his guitar and passes it to the crowd. Moshing teenage boys go mad but show their deep respect to
Mr B. Warlock by sonically and gently lifting his guitar over their heads before returning the musical crown to their King. A
beautiful, beautiful moment.

The set is scattered with droning guitars, winding bass and tortured vocals at times but then increases in pace through heavy
drum beats from wonderful drum duo, Bob and Jason. Alongside psychedelic and psychotic films and imagery which serve as a
worthy backdrop, you really have to see this band to believe it. A truly multi-faceted and multi-medium experience.

Surely this all harks back to days of yonder where 12 minute songs were the done thing, man. But tonight, on a mild November
night, this music, performance and atmosphere is explosive, hypnotic and addictive rock. Having worked their black magic on the
crowd, the band disappear in a puff of smoke. No doubt, back to the higher realms where music, art and experience await them
with joyous expectancy. We, the throbbing crowd, are left desperately grasping for the music waves which have now abandoned
us. A demon delight of a gig.
Review and photographs by Dee Sekar
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For more info: www.thewarlocks.com