The doors open late, which I would usually appreciate as I am usually running late; unfortunately tonight, I was right on time, I didn’t want to miss Thee MVPs, and miss them I didn’t.
They walk on stage, beers in hand, and blare into a cacophony of sound, starting the way they go on; their sound is full, frank and infectious.
The sound coming from the stage at Tut’s is of a high fidelity; fit for Thee MVPs, their fast punk-rock is dripping with energy.
Wild guitar licks, technical drum work, complex basslines and diverse, well-maintained vocals prompt one to go off one’s nut.
Their music is driven by all of the musical elements keeping things coherent but dynamic; Thee MVP’s are tight.
TIGERCUB come to the stage, offering a wider range of sounds, going from quieter and more melodic to heavier and more abrasive.
Unusual but enticing guitar music draws the crowd into their opening number with sombre vocals, this breaks into a deep and evolving set with low, ominous bass which courses through you.
The confidently delivered meandering vocals permeate through the abnormal music to create something quite unique.
The drums are very pronounced, which should have been expected considering the use of a their own specific kit.
The drummer gets good use out of his cymbals, one of which is roughly the size of a family hatchback, while a lot of the set is driven by the grungy and distorted bass.
Tigercub are a diverse and capable outfit that produce something for every taste without pandering or compromising.
Pulled Apart By Horses are welcomed to the stage with a great enthusiasm; opening play with blinding vocals and some fast, punky-power.
Their enthusiasm raises that of the crowd, as guitarist and lead singer Tom Hudson wastes no time jumping down from the stage to the barrier to be rubbed and squeezed by the baying crowd.
The vocals are flawless and the harmonies are well executed whilst not being too polished to betray the bands garage feel.
The drummer’s shirt disappears three tracks in as they plough into another heavy head-banger.
A very jolly mosh pit begins, starting primarily on the vertical plane but things go horizontal fast with bodies being bounced all around.
The band is great fun to watch and seem to have a great time playing, working the crowd well, playing a pleasing selection from their catalogue, the guitar is wild but tightly controlled, the bass grungy and loose but complex and fast.
Guitarist James Brown’s shirt is the next to go; with the pace and enthusiasm the band play with, I wouldn’t be surprised to be enjoying a Full Monty sort of affair by the end of the set.
The guitar is definitely the driving force in this outfit, with the bass and drum work seeming to serve it rather than drive it forward.
The vocals are excellent, whipping the crowd into a wall of death of all things.
Hudson flies into the crowd for the last song, being lifted sky high by the crowd while he is still laying it on thick guitar style.
This is a fantastic performance by a great band in an excellent venue; the big three.
Words: Paul Aitken
Photos: Nathan Matheson