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Astoria,
London Rock 'n' Roll as martial art! The Messiahs are an avant 'n' blues / rhythm 'n' garde power trio who place their emphasis firmly on power, more power and then – goddamnit – turbo charged power. Led by the Telecaster master himself, big Bill Carter (one of Europe's most inspired guitarists), this was a foul tempered performance giving full justification to the back projections of the word 'lethal' flashed up over the bomber footage films playing downstage. Getting into his sly stride with the tight menace of 'Sweet Water Pools' and 'Bikini Red', Carter unleashed his uncanny playing technique, karate chopping his strings with bare knuckles until they bleed. Only a strict and devoted disciple of the principles of all out axe massacre could beat out a noise like this and learn to live with it. With a contemptuous version of 'I Wanna Be A Flintstone' scratched out seemingly for light relief, 'Someone To Talk To', 'Twin Cadillac Valentine', 'Jesus Chrysler Drives A Dodge' and the hideously titled encore newie, 'Eat My Fuck' made for an increasingly more hard bitten and acid celebration of savage fret hell. When someone is able to make his instrument sound like a helicopter crashing at your feet and menacing your head with its propellors you know who's calling the shots. And if Vietnam is fought all over again and Coppolla needs a soundtrack for 'Apocalypse Now II' then the Messiahs are on call. Get Carter before he gets you. Because the man terminates – with extreme prejudice! |
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