
Newcastle Carling Academy - 04/05/08
The flyers being diligently distributed outside Newcastle's Carling Academy this evening take great pride in describing Pendulum's indefinable nature: 'they're rock, no, they're dance, no, they're drum and bass!' scream the quotations; well, 'they're absolute cack' probably wouldn't have sat well with the promoters.
But perhaps that's a little harsh: after all, this sold out, pilled up crowd of facemunchers seems to like them a bit. A lot. Okay, it's utter, mindless devotion. From the opening beat to the closing, um, beat, this is a mob that refuses to stand still for a single solitary second.
Girls covered in facepaint cavort amongst each other, skater kids skank in the corner, track-suited meatheads do their best Afterdark routines... this diverse collective is united by one common purpose: to dance 'til they can't dance no more. And therein lies Pendulum's raison d'ĂȘtre: as inexplicable as it is, they bring people together.
This ain't a gig, it's a God damn soiree... and it's hard to knock them for it. Sure, they've only got one song, about as much charisma as a lump of firewood and listening to them may be the aural equivalent of a full frontal lobotomy, but hell, who cares when the beats are this banging' and you're mashed off your tits?
So what if they 'play' a remix? So what if they don't do 'Tarantula'? You just can't help but be caught up in the sheer reckless abandon of it all. And then wake up seven hours later wondering what on Earth possessed you. A triumph, then... probably.
Written By Paul Bowden

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