Sustainability is the buzz word for this generation and if you’ve a brain and feature in a rock band, you really have to take it on board.
Financially crippling is the best way to describe life in a band, which is a shame assome great acts have come and gone because of that old thing called money.
Bradford boys Terrorvision are a different breed. They may have had more success several years ago but to keep things sustainable (that word again) then you need day jobs, too, which they have. When they have time, they bring out the band to the masses and boy, can Terrorvision cut the mustard.
Opening band Tropical Contact, a fivesome from Holmfirth really set the bar high as they knocked out decent tunes from their album XS with grace and passion.
Comprising Charlie Batten drums, Ed Dickinson guitar, Ben Janet vocals, Rob Taylor bass and Joe Gallagher on guitar/ vocals, they all looked like they were having fun on the big stage at Holmfirth Picture Dome.
With the traditional backdrop and simple set-up, Terrorvision hit the stage running and to be honest never stopped for the entire 22-song set. Looking remarkably fit, happy and full of life, a thing that certain rock bands fail to display, Bradford’s finest gave their all.
Opening with Enteralterego, unfamiliar to me, and Pretend Best Friend which I love, you couldn’t fail to notice they absolutely loved what they were doing, as did the sold out crowd. How frontman and vocalist Tony Wright kept going is beyond me as he’s constantly on the move. You try singing and running around. It’s hard work, yet he made it look effortless.
It was joyful to hear stuff from the last album Super Delux out back in 2011, namely Demolition Song and Babylon, between which we had Josephine, Discotheque Wreck and D’Ya Wanna Go Faster, all played with skill by bassist Leigh Marklew and Mark Yates on the guitar. The man at the back, Cam Greenwood, held things together with expert hands as he, too, never missed a beat.
My House and Alice What’s The Matter gradually led us into the encore. With the crowd still eager for more, we ended with Tequila and Oblivion.
With Tony’s northern drawl bidding us good night I felt we’d seen one hell of a show. It was not only the best I’d seen this decade, but possibly this century.