Early (Evening)

Holly Blackmore

A gig review - Great Gable at Waywards, Newtown.

The people are a body, jolting as one, contractions in the very centre of its being. Vibrations from the floor; from the toes to the waist to the mind. Do you think that I could stay? Eyes slipping shut. Feet twitching.

A gig where everything just seems to fall into place. The crowd is magnetic and the sound is gripping. Everybody is nobody, and it’s enough. Great Gable’s stage presence is second to none in an under-stated, what you see is what you get, sort of way. ‘I HEART PERTH’ embroidered on his cap. They must be a long way from home.

But they’ve made a home of Waywards tonight. The stage is theirs, the mosh is ours, these lines blurred; every movement in the room a result of rolling riffs and rejoicing. The set is short and sweet, over before you’ve fully comprehended that it’s begun. Stunned, stimulated. Don’t hold on for too long.