The Colour Line…honestly, what can be said about this band? Well, a lot of words come to mind – insane, chaotic, loud, mad, and in the case of venue owners, the most terrifying physical commodity imaginable.
To put it lightly, the boys are quite the live act, and a ridiculously entertaining one at that. So when the news broke that they would be calling it a day, we were simply devastated. But there was a silver lining in that they announced one final UK tour, including a trip to The Old Hairdressers in Glasgow.
And with that, we headed down to witness, as we dubbed them, “the UK’s most notorious health and safety hazard” for the last time.
We first caught the duo of Slow Walkers back at Friends With Benefest a few months prior, where they had left us impressed, and the same could be said for them here as they served the audience a combination of screeching electronics, intense yelling, chunky bass chords and hammering drums, all whilst submerged in blinding strobes.
Throw in some graceful showers of spit from Matthew and a pair of front rolls from a fellow in grey, it was freaking sweet stuff from one of the city’s more unconventional metal duos.
After everybody got the chance to adjust their eyes to normal light again, Vemodalen stepped up. They were the only ones on the bill that we went in blind too, and while they claimed to be a little worried beforehand about potentially being out of place, we did not think that in the slightest, as they were terrific.
The trio dished out a selection of bangers that were very upbeat, catchy and clicking easily with the crowd. A superb effort from a cracking and noteworthy discovery for us.
It had been ages since we last saw Colours To Shame, and they were just as awesome as we remembered them to be. Rory and Thomas did a hell of a job in the riff department with very precise displays. Meanwhile, Blair cranked out deep bass tones and Graeme enthused with some weighty drumming.
They are such a rare act in the sense that they are able to emit such a huge presence while barely moving an inch on stage. Their bulky sound alone does enough to suck people in.
In Search Of Sasquatch and Chocomeggah ranked as the highlights of the set; the latter still being a perfectly constructed beauty of a song. Colours To Shame are looking better than ever, and we can only hope that they some big plans for the near future.
And last but certainly not least, the stars of the evening – The Colour Line themselves. The quartet lashed out with plenty of trademark outlandish moments, most of these courtesy of vocalist Sam obviously, such as him swinging around the mic like a lasso, lobbing around stands, putting his mountaineering skills to the test as he climbed up on the Orange cabs, going for a surf, dragging security into the mix and sharing a manly embrace with promoter Harris in the centre of the room.
The pits were ample, and although there were a few intimate moments as the crowd got together in a tight knit huddle around the band, the intensity would just kick off again and again. The guitars were also frantic and the rhythms were meaty, even if the bass suffered from a couple of technical faults.
It was all mental as per, and they finished on an emotional note as they performed their last ever written tune, and it was pretty beautiful. Much love to The Colour Line for all the memories they have given us and the rest of Glasgow over the years, and we wish them the very best in all their future endeavours.