The Pack AD
Yesterday was the O2, today is the altogether more compact
surroundings of Upstairs at the Garage. Yesterday was all about twerking and
tongues and giant laser dogs, today there is a merch table with some free
badges.
It's a more mature audience too. There are very few, if any,
people in hot pants.
Nico Vega hail from California
and have not toured the UK
for around five years. They are very apologetic and keen to make up for lost
time.
Singer Aja Volkman is wildly enthusiastic and by the end of
the first number has clambered on top of the drum kit and is bashing on a
snare.
Aja is sporting an outfit that seems mainly made up of
floaty scarves and this Fleetwood Maccery also extends to the guitarist who,
unable to decide between sporting a bandana or a hat has plumped for wearing
both at the same time.
The music is fast, exciting and the hard core fans down the
front are soon bouncing around. I'm tapping a toe myself.
Aja finishes an excellent set with a foray off the stage and
into the appreciative throng.
Afterwards the band hang around to chat with fans and come
across as genuinely nice folk. A pleasure.
Their set up is simplicity itself. Maya drums and sings,
Beck plays a phenomenally rock guitar and also sings. Nothing more than that,
just damn fine rock and roll.
It's heads down, no nonsense stuff. Aside from a selection
of very nifty songs, it is this lack of artifice that is the main selling point
with The Pack A.D. The new album gets a solid airing, and like, the two before
it, delivers the goods.
As a band, The Pack AD are hard to describe – they simply
need to be listened to.
A very enjoyable evening in the company of a lot of happy
people. I'll take that for a dollar.
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