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| Greater Man? |
Arriving at the O2 Islington, on 7 February 2014, without having drunk, due to the ridiculous start time, the first band I heard I quite liked, but I was concerned the screaming vocals were not loud enough. I then ventured to the serious business of the bar, where I ordered a Tuborg, and was charged £5.10. I confess I gave the bartender a slightly hostile look, while searching in my pockets for an additional 10p, though it would not have been his fault. Cradling my precious cargo carefully with both hands, I approached the front, until standing beside a longhair of indeterminate gender but with substantial metal spikes on the leathers at the shoulder, which I thought should discourage any argy-bargy that might threaten the nectar. The next group were also quite good with a mesmeric curtain of trancy sound and a bellowing lead. By the time Primordial appeared it was heating up a bit and their singer -- resembling a Celtic twin to Nergal -- belted out his convincing dramas, to a few aggressive dancers in a nice variety of ages, myself surrounded on the left by a tall white-haired wind-breaking elf, and in the front by a curious, old, white-haired dwarf who pranced without once raising his eyes from the floor. A bit more melody or thematic variety from the band would have been nice, though we were spared the exhaustive double drumming of the Poles.
