By Carris Boast
October 04, 2013
Located on the cusp of Leeds’ city nightlife, surrounded by a crowd peppered in a sleek, cool attitude, only to be dazed by the fluorescent neon signs pointing around the venue, up the ashy stairs and to the idyllic, timber roof terrace, to inhale the fumes created by the hustle and bustle that readied the arrival of the opening of the Belgrave Music Hall and Canteen.
The first floor is dedicated to homely and delicious foods, decorated with a hodgepodge of furniture and communal stable benches to feast from. A dark mist hazed over green and red lighting, bows down over the crowd eagerly waiting for the celebrations to begin on the second floor. The party that would clearly be crossed and counted down on all music enthusiast calendars would be this one, the Noisey- you need to here this sponsored event that allows bellowing, toe tingling, body shivering noise to be created upon the stage in Leed’s newest creative space.
First up to make such a racket are Maxixe, their delicious tones are blistered with captivating synthesis and poetic vocals that lead the evening into a pit of muffled bodies, whose shadows fall in rows as if to build a wall between the music hall and the air outside, keeping the enthralling sounds from escaping to the streets like every best kept musical secret.
Best Friends tailgate behind; their sandy riffs float between waves of ’90s beach grunge and razor sharp vocals that are muddled with a burbling hum of jaded fuzz. Seas of eager bearded faces sway in motion, listening to every string of noise that reels effortlessly out of their guitars.
Brighton’s The Wytches bring with them a muddy pool of ostentatious rage, tantrum stomping bass lines and harrowing screams. Bringing in a slightly larger crowd that others, The Wytches snatch the audience from the Belgrave to take them to a place much darker, leaving them to wade through the filthy muck and grit that drips from every pour of their instruments with each bone rattling collision. Dread sets in as the crowd peer into the murky waters, their ambiguous silhouettes convulsing in time with the addictive, ominous beat.
Finally, quietly creeping onto the stage were headliners Superfood, the audience, surprised by their sudden appearance, soon engage in a chaotic energy that ricochets off the four walls and even leaves a few members of The Wytches rolling precariously on the floor. They play on in a retro Brit pop fashion, drenched with fresh, melodic guitar playing that would be suitable for any city slacker in need of a good summer soaking. Superfood do not disappoint when bringing the live spectacle to a close; thrashing guitars, nostalgic, danceable beats make for one huge musical celebration, welcoming Belgrave Music Hall into the arms of Leeds city after hours.