The venue: The Old Blue Last, a tiny upstairs bar come live venue in Shoreditch, London. The young crowd: probably bouyed by Radkeys recent addition to the Reading festival the weekend before, mingled and shuffled waiting for the three brothers Radke to appear. The Hoxton set were here in force, neat beards replacing the unkept facial super-fuzz of a more expected rock crowd, this was punctuated by the odd elder statesmen, the 'seen it all before' long in the tooth, if not in the beard, honest punks. Gawd bless 'em.
Radkey made their way from the crowd and stepped straight onto the stage and picked up their instruments (yes the venue is that small) a brief introduction and we were off. A smile on Mustachioed bassist Isaiah Radke, a serious, more earnest look of lead singer/guitarist Dee and Solomon, the drummer, looking like man who has won the lottery…twice.
The set is mostly comprised, unsurprisingly, of the first album and a cover of Depeche Mode' Personal Jesus, the songs are varied in tempo and Dee's vocals are delivered with power but understated. No histrionics just cooly getting the job done. The comparisons, sound wise, with Glen Danzig will be drawn thats for sure.
The encore consisted of the band having some water and the odd beer behind respective amps (no dressing room or wings to disappear behind) they then clambered forth and delivered the final two blistering songs of the night, the wild zombie bassist ending up on the floor, eyes white, quite possibly frothing from the mouth . As the feedback was still ringing out they graciously took the time to talk to the crowd and seemed pleased to do so, the crowd returned the favour, beardies and punks alike.