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The Temps @ The Masque (Youth Live)
Anti-pop youth rioters The Temps are in short one of the most astonishing new live talents to have emerged from the stale undercrust of Liverpool’s clique-heavy music scene in a while now.
Whilst a plethora of other well established local bands are still wringing out the last limp wristed remnants of their initial hype-machine buzz ride and churning out lifeless, cynically conceived hopeful cash cows, The Temps are launching at the roots of the place with the rawest and most guttural of garage-punk performances.
Todays matinee set in The Masque is testimony to this. Hauling arse into the pseudo-sauna awaiting within the venue’s heat attacked lower level, The Temps waste no time in tearing the place to shreds.
Frontman Joey is a rush of electricity – a cuss shooting, unbound and chaotic storm of energy, he screams and charges, collapsing to the floor in a fit of overwhelmed inertia – his strong, heart-ravished vocals still resonating throughout the place.
The rest of the band are incredible too – bassist Luke hits beats out at a pace which would kill a man if he were to apply it into some kind of a four finger death tap, guitars flare, rattle and gouge and some red hot drumming adds fire to the unbearably humid atmosphere.
Powerfully discordant – they punctuate scuzz and dyst-opiate melodies with brief halts of silence which reward the audience with re-bursts of noise and bravado. Choruses and hooks chime back in explosively and determinedly.
Christ almighty, keep your eye on them. They’re destined for greatness.