The festival for the freakscene returns for the second year, perfectly crafted noise and striking uproar bring
WRONG returns once again, banding the freakscene together for an all-out clash at the Invisible Wind Factory, North Shore Troubadour and Drop The Dumbulls, with another jaw-dropping bill.
While the bill last year was a little bit more all-over-the-place with positioning, Loner Noise caught all their omens in a bag this year to create an unadulterated perfect festival.
The first on our list for the day, missing some earlier acts due to trouble getting there, were Gravves.
The jagged alt-rock trio ripped through their half-an-hour set with precision. Blasting through songs like “Monster Truck” and “My Pet Rihanna” saw Gravves make their mark, as they’ve done before for WRONG.
Moving to North Shore to catch Kapil Seshasayee was simple enough, however we caught Kapil still trapped in a late soundcheck. The tremendous artistry of Seshasayee marks a tedious soundcheck.
Meanwhile, once Kapil gets into his opening song, already making the room nervous at the thought that Elevant starts in ten, his guitar snap, crackles and pops off mysteriously. Unfortunate circumstances, but the show must go on.
Back at the IWF, festival stalwarts Elevant crush the competition with their seven-song spot, darting between the new and old.
The spark of Elevant frontman Michael Edward being on his hand crafted turf shoved Elevant into a mode we’ve not seen before. A sublime performance from our local freakscene heroes.
Kagoule waltz on next at the IWF, the Nottingham three-piece are likely the youngest on today’s bill, but their sound is already fine-tuned.
A band of the internet age, Kagoule‘s long-list of influences have blended together with their talent to make a dynamic sound. We hear everything from Placebo and Swell Maps, to Pylon and Bikini Kill.
The impressive trio Kagoule are one for the future, and certainly one to keep your eye on.
With Dumbulls packed before belief, and North Shore catching similar, we stay in the Wind Factory for the rest of the day.
GNOD arrived next, the sonic live band with fifteen members and a sound that could kill. GNOD are not one for genres, or even the ability to pinpoint. They’re an almighty bludgeoning force that constantly changes, one that keeps us on our toes, and when we’re not looking, has the ability to knock us off our feet.
They’re constantly referred to as one of the best live bands on the planet, but that’s not even half of the story. They’re the band that has knocked the freakscene monastery into rubble, and we loved every minute of it.
Following GNOD would usually be hard, unless you’re Damo fucking Suzuki backed by Liverpool‘s sensatory legends Mugstar.
Damo & Mugstar have collided only once before, with a groundbreaking performance at the Kazimier in 2012, now four years later WRONG have decided to reunite the two forces for a final outing.
The room is unfathomably packed for this one, as Suzuki and Mugstar bring a captivating set to the table. Mugstar start off very quiet, allowing Damo the light, but before too long the band dives into another world, becoming lost in the movements.
Mugstar act as Damo Suzuki‘s “sound carriers”, a term devised by Suzuki for his backing acts when he goes from town-to-town preforming his legendary improvisational work. For a sound carrier, there’s no better choice.
Even if you can’t get past the sonic sound barrier or the Suzuki‘s mixed language style, you understand you’re watching a set like nothing else.
After, WRONG headliners Future of the Left take to the stage, the room just as-packed.
The Welsh alt-rockers drive fast and technical during their set, constantly on the button. They’re sort of a witty protest outfit, the British counterpart of At The Drive-In, however far more correct.
The crowd dove to every beat of the set, always interested. The band itself, strikes heavily as a unit who knows what they’re doing. Twice frontman Andrew Falkous stopped the set due little things (ala his guitar strap falling off) and carefully leading the band back in, impressively and perfectly may we add.
Future of the Left could do no wrong, and while last year WRONG had a headliner identity crisis, this year we have a solid, flawless choice.
We’re hoping WRONG will return next April, and if it does, you can’t miss it.
Words by Jack Cinnamond, photography by Jessica Jayne Sharpe and Pip Johnson.