Alex
Getting the night going were French trio Lysistrata (7), who came on to little fanfare and jumped straight into their set of grungy, post-hardcore. Drummer Ben Amos Cooper was main singer, meaning that Max Roy (bass) and Théo Guéneau (guitar) are free to be very active, bouncing and moving around the stage with a frantic pace.
According to our Editor (who's a bit of nerd) their name comes from the Aristophanes feminist play where the titular character convinces women will withhold sex until their warring men reach a peace agreement. Nothing witheld here though as Lysistrata put their all into every song, leaving them very little time for interaction which did mean that the crowd were a little less receptive, though that could also be because most were there for the headliners.
A good showing that featured one slower song in between their normal faster mathy style, just on the right side of techy to open a show like this with plenty of energy and melody.
Tom
Some bands age with a kind of rare defiance that goes beyond call backs and nostalgia, and Thrice (9) are a perfect example.
Walking into a very busy Tramshed in Cardiff for the opening show on the UK run of this tour felt genuinely brilliant, not just because a full room sets the tone before a note has even been played, but because it says something still really matters about a band like Thrice — nearly three decades on from forming in 1998, they still pull an exceptional following, and not one built purely on nostalgia either.
From the moment they got going, the thing that really stood out was just how tight everything felt. Thrice have always been a band built on control as much as intensity, and throughout the set the musicianship was exceptional, Dustin in particular was astonishing.
His voice has aged like fine wine, carrying weight and grit into the older material while still sounding powerful, clear and almost album-perfect across both the newer songs and long-standing favourites. That in itself is no small feat when you have a catalogue that covers so much ground stylistically, but there was never a point where he sounded like he was reaching for something that was no longer there. It was there, fully intact, and then some.
If I had one small gripe it would be that I could have done with a touch more gain on the rhythm guitar parts, just to give some of the heavier moments a little more bite, but in truth it did very little to take away from the overall sound. What came through far more strongly was how balanced the whole set was, both in performance and design.
The pacing was spot on. Earlier on, there was plenty there for the fans who wanted the big hitters — The Artist In The Ambulance, Paper Tigers and Stare At The Sun all landed exactly as you would hope, and the room absolutely responded in kind — but what worked especially well was how the set later allowed itself some breathing room.
Dropping into slower, more haunting tracks like Black Honey and Beyond The Pines gave the night a different shape rather than just chugging at one speed, and that balance meant the set served both the casual crowd and the die-hards really well (especially considering some of us OG's need a breather these days!)
It was wonderful to see the near capacity crowd fully engaged, and giving the band the kind of reception you would want for the first UK date of a run like this. It felt like the perfect way to kick off the tour on this side of the bridge, and if the rest of the UK stint gets anything close to this standard then they are in for something special.
An exceptional performance from a band who continue to prove why they have endured as long as they have. Hopefully not too long before they are back again either.
(And with The Illusion Of Safety hitting 25 next year... surely?)
According to our Editor (who's a bit of nerd) their name comes from the Aristophanes feminist play where the titular character convinces women will withhold sex until their warring men reach a peace agreement. Nothing witheld here though as Lysistrata put their all into every song, leaving them very little time for interaction which did mean that the crowd were a little less receptive, though that could also be because most were there for the headliners.
A good showing that featured one slower song in between their normal faster mathy style, just on the right side of techy to open a show like this with plenty of energy and melody.
Tom
Some bands age with a kind of rare defiance that goes beyond call backs and nostalgia, and Thrice (9) are a perfect example.
Walking into a very busy Tramshed in Cardiff for the opening show on the UK run of this tour felt genuinely brilliant, not just because a full room sets the tone before a note has even been played, but because it says something still really matters about a band like Thrice — nearly three decades on from forming in 1998, they still pull an exceptional following, and not one built purely on nostalgia either.
From the moment they got going, the thing that really stood out was just how tight everything felt. Thrice have always been a band built on control as much as intensity, and throughout the set the musicianship was exceptional, Dustin in particular was astonishing.
His voice has aged like fine wine, carrying weight and grit into the older material while still sounding powerful, clear and almost album-perfect across both the newer songs and long-standing favourites. That in itself is no small feat when you have a catalogue that covers so much ground stylistically, but there was never a point where he sounded like he was reaching for something that was no longer there. It was there, fully intact, and then some.
If I had one small gripe it would be that I could have done with a touch more gain on the rhythm guitar parts, just to give some of the heavier moments a little more bite, but in truth it did very little to take away from the overall sound. What came through far more strongly was how balanced the whole set was, both in performance and design.
The pacing was spot on. Earlier on, there was plenty there for the fans who wanted the big hitters — The Artist In The Ambulance, Paper Tigers and Stare At The Sun all landed exactly as you would hope, and the room absolutely responded in kind — but what worked especially well was how the set later allowed itself some breathing room.
Dropping into slower, more haunting tracks like Black Honey and Beyond The Pines gave the night a different shape rather than just chugging at one speed, and that balance meant the set served both the casual crowd and the die-hards really well (especially considering some of us OG's need a breather these days!)
It was wonderful to see the near capacity crowd fully engaged, and giving the band the kind of reception you would want for the first UK date of a run like this. It felt like the perfect way to kick off the tour on this side of the bridge, and if the rest of the UK stint gets anything close to this standard then they are in for something special.
An exceptional performance from a band who continue to prove why they have endured as long as they have. Hopefully not too long before they are back again either.
(And with The Illusion Of Safety hitting 25 next year... surely?)
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