Shout Louder Podcast #1: There’s a Bear in the Circle Pit!

Welcome to our brand new Shout Louder podcast, bringing new music and gig gossip direct to your ears.

We are extremely excited to announce a our brand new podcast!

This new branch of Shout Louder is designed to bring new music, gig gossip and amusing anecdotes direct to you ears.

Your podcast hosts are Sarah Williams and Mark Bell. Sarah’s the puppet master of Shout Louder and a certified gig-addict. Mark’s an illustrator, guitarist and promoter who runs Umlaut Records, along with the other lovely guys from Mug. If you don’t know him personally, you will probably recognise his artwork from a t-shirt you own!

Why is there a bear in the mosh pit? What’s it like to play to a crowd of deaf people? What waxy horrors lurk inside Sarah’s ears? How many tangents can Sarah drift off on? In this episode we talk about some of the bands we’ve seen recently, album’s we’re currently obsessed with and the worst gig Mark’s ever played. You can also hear music from F.O.D., The Shell Corporation, Only Strangers and Arms & Hearts.

Give it a listen, give it a share and give us a shout! Let us know what you think.

The podcast will be available online through iTunes and all your lovely podcatching clients in the near future. Bare with us for now – we’re trialling the first episode through this website online.

In future, we are hoping to get some guests involved, bring you some interesting info and interview, and new loads of new music.

If you like it, please subscribe and give us a share! We would also love to hear your feedback so that we can be even better next time. Give us a shout!

Gig Review: Corrupt Moral Altar @ The Star & Garter [09/02/2018]

A ferocious night of electrifying hardcore, with Boak, Gets Worse and Leeched supporting.

Review by Sarah Williams. Suitably crusty snaps by Dave Jerome.

It’s a small miracle that I make it to Star & Garter at all. I’ve been plenty of times before but I’m walking from a different part of Manchester, so I consult Google Maps to see if there’s a quicker route. There is! Or, well, it looks like there is, until Google leads me down an alley that has more in common with a motorway siding than a footpath, all mud, brambles and metal railings, to somewhere that is definitely not the Star & Garter.

Fortunately, I do know where the venue is, so I navigate blind through Mancunian highways and make it to the pub just in time to hear the soundcheck. Doomy bass rumblings tumble down the staircase under a howled, guttural mic-check. It’s already sounding beautifully bleak.

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Local three-piece Leeched open with a surreal salvo of window-rattling noise and the guitars proceed to squeal with distortion between every song. They drop into an onslaught of progressive, hardcore darkness that the fairly sizeable crowd is already enjoying. I don’t understand a word the singer growls, which is typically a good sign. The drummer is delightfully terrifying, corpse-pale apart from his facial tattoos, playing cloaked in a black hoodie, slowly shouldering his way through a feral onslaught of blast beats. There is an angry cry of, “Why are you not moshing, people? Please mosh for the next one,” which turns out to be a surprisingly polite request from a punter spitting into the stolen mic. Leeched continue to trudge through a catalogue of crusty dark metal that’s low and heavy, ending on a drawn-out decrescendo of six-string distortion.

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Gets Worse are up next, offering an assault of songs that are short, heavy and fist-in-the-gut ferocious. This heavy 4-piece from Leeds shake the room with supremely fast powerviolence sections, punctuated with low slow-motion mosh breaks that expertly build anticipation for the next attack. Above the patchwork of heavy metal shredding are caustically spat vocals. All members of the band contribute to this, but it’s the drummer somehow making time to tear words from his throat that offers the fiercest noise. They slide catastrophically into harder, heavier songs with a handful of quieter, bass-led pauses. The bleak crunch of distorted guitars primes the room both for soberly dressed, serious head-nodding and frantic elbow-smashing bursts of hardcore. Continue reading “Gig Review: Corrupt Moral Altar @ The Star & Garter [09/02/2018]”