The night kicks off with support from Meat Raffle who describes themselves as “psychedelic socialist utopian, death ragga, erroneous funk, bastard music”.
We know what they mean by ‘funk’ instantly as their bassist begins to slap her instrument and lead singer Warren Mansfield wrenches out droning vocals with pliers, which he then goes on to compliment with quick brassy blasts on his trumpet.
Another vital aspect of their unique sound is produced by the keyboard, which gives a dynamic, haunting effect pushing the band into something slightly more electronic.
With such a diverse mixture of sound it’s hard to put a genre to this band, but if you’re into something with swirling layers of instrumental dynamics ranging from jazz to metal, then they’re definitely up your street.
Playing a highly charged show to an audience ranging from early twenty-somethings to mid forty-somethings, Fat White Family tear The Garage a new one with a raw performance that looks clumsily thrown together, but sounds incredible.
Dominating the stage with two guitars, a bass, a keyboard, a drum kit and a naked man, Fat White play astoundingly, dipping into a myriad of genres such as indie rock, post-punk and electronica.
It is clear this is going to be a show to remember from the moment frontman Lias Saoudi strips completely naked, shortly after the band finish their second song, ‘Touch the Leather’, albeit one of their more raunchy singles.
The Londoners perform a well-rounded set as they balance the old with the new, playing from their recent album, Songs for Our Mothers, released earlier this year, alongside older tracks such as ‘Auto Neutron’ giving the true fans what they came for.
With truthful and at times anarchical lyrics, Saoudi enthrals the crowd with his powerful voice who’s droning and distorted vocals land on the spectrum somewhere in-between Johnny Rotten and Ian Curtis, rough but honest.
Although the band have undergone a few changes in members since they began in 2011, most recently being the departure of their drummer earlier this month, they produce a strong and seemingly well-rehearsed set, led by solid climactic drumming and sexy guitar riffs from Saul Adamczewski.
With psychedelic reverb together with interludes of climactic rocking-out, Fat White have an entrancing stage presence that is felt throughout the set, along with the bands own friendships, which we see in playful guitar-offs throughout the show.
With sexy bass riffs reminiscent to Pixies the set becomes impossible not to dance to and with Saoudi crowd-surfing and egging on the crowd to begin a mosh pit after their first song.
Since releasing their debut album, Champagne Holocaust in 2013, the six piece have made quite a name for themselves, no surprise after tonight’s densely layered, powerful yet cathartic set, which is unlike anything else we’ve heard in a long time.
Words: Hazel Urquhart