The Go! Team

• Posted: Sun 6 Mar 2011
• By: Keachy

Buzzmag

Making our way through the rain to The Cockpit to see a band that I actually enjoy listening to, makes me reminisce of the times when I used to go gigs solely to watch someone up and coming, or that band that I managed to own the back catalogue of.

These days it’s a biff different, I turn up and I’m not sure what odd balls I’m going to see, which in itself is quite good when it works out well, I can brag me ass off at work as to how it cool it is to be me, but there are times when you think wish id stayed at home with the trouble and strife and watched Eastenders.

See odd ball is quite a good description of the first act, this being a young man named Starslinger, looking like a cross from a biochemistry degree student and Captain Caveman, he shows plenty of enthusiasm by throwing himself back and forwards like a crash test dummy to his electric box of sounds and samples.

But the novelty soon wears off after about 5 minutes, there’s no plan in place and everything seems a bit over the top and not thought out with any plan of action. Yes, this stuff would sound ace in some seedy little Uni bar or house party, but that’s what it is, bedroom samplings that doesn’t do itself justice in the main room of The Cockpit.

Sharp exit to the bar and we are back to see Banjo or Freakout, now these lads can play a bit, but for some reason no one’s telling the sound man that the vocals need turning up considerably, cos there’s times when you’d think it was instrumental wanking until you saw the lead mans mouth moving.

This said, they pull through their set like good workmen do, not blaming the tools, and i'll be giving them a shot on myspace to see if their indulgent style merits the sound, see that’s one of the joys of the internet.

As the masses start to appear, its starts to swell in here now like James Cordens face, but not as irritating, and as usual I get the big 6 foot 6 drongo standing right in front of me, I feel like telling him to piss off to the side so that all us hobbits can enjoy it, but decide against it as his Mrs looks well hard.

After a lot of fucking about with the roadies, The Go! Team finally enter the stage and fly straight into T.O.R.N.A.D.O from the latest album which sounds amazing, like giving a gallon of Red Bull to a small child, its hyperactive beyond its age and when were treated to Huddle Formation and Grip Like a Vice, I can't help but wish I was on stage throwing my moves around at the side of Ninja, she is aceeeeeeeeee.

Again the vocals are too low, as it seems she’s having to shout at times to get the message across, but you can’t blame the band for this. Before you know it Ninja is advising health and safety instructions before going full belt into Ladyflash.

This band capture what it is like to be scensters in a cool way, there’s nobody in the same field as them, unique in every sense. WE CAME HERE TO ROCK THE MICROPHONE!