The Detroit four-piece Protomartyr gave a commanding performance last weekend at Yue Space, part of Spilt Works month long showcase of the international indie rock scene’s finest, and wonderfully strange characters. Resembling your childhood friend’s disgruntled working class father, whose sadness is masked his buttoned up shirt and a steady flow of Budweiser, frontman Joe Casey charged through one post punk rally after another. From the urgency, plight and ultimate beauty of ‘A Private Understanding’ to the doomsday prophecy of ‘Wheel of Fortune’, the band barely paused between songs, laying down their dry, observant, lyrical tales of life on the edges of society. Hauntingly engaging stuff. Support from the return of Deadly Cradle Death.
A sign that you’re connecting with your audience – when the huge gap between them and the stage, which particularly at a Yue Space is frequently (and awkwardly) dormant, is suddenly engulfed by wide-eyes patrons […]
The Face Me On Stage series, which have ignited Temple into beautiful glorious chaos over the past six months, got an upgrade last week, taking over the commodious digs at Yue Space. The contenders – the […]