Radkey // Live Review

100 Club – March 5th

Radkey

Three homeschooled teenage brothers from Missouri have quickly morphed into one of the most unlikely punk-rock offerings of the year. Tonight the trio descended on the 100 Club with support from Lyger and Turbogeist.

Comparable to the likes of the Nine Black Alps (albeit slightly less accomplished), Lyger kick off proceedings with a gloomy sound of moody stoner-rock. An adequate opener, but they’ll have to move away from college battle of the bands territory in order to be taken seriously.

With guitarist Jimmy Jagger breaking his arm last year, Turbogeist were forced to take a short break from the music scene, but tonight they return to full fighting form. The crowd are clearly glad to have them back, with a raw and punchier sound than their predecessors the showmen give all they’ve got.

So now it’s time for the main event, the Radkey brothers. The stripped back sound of punk, reminiscent to the Danzig-Misfits-era, certainly hasn’t gone unnoticed within the rock community. ‘Start Freaking Out’ does exactly what it says on the tin, with older members of the audience (pushing sixty at least) throwing punches around left right and center and quite frankly going a little bit mental.

‘Out Here in My Head’ whips up a pit, with bassist Isaiah Radke crowd surfing across the room to a scene of drunk and disorderly louts clambering to get a fist pump in anywhere they can. A cover of ‘Last Caress’ gives an energetic oomph to the classic hit, with Radkey paying homage to the horror-punk kings.

The encore is what we’ve all been anticipating with ‘Romance Dawn’ crescendoing into a breakout of contagious headbanging, with lead singer Dee Radke leading the way with his dreadlocked head rolls.

Tonight’s crowd is clearly fucking crazy, but it’s that tightknit I-don’t-give-a-fuck punk-rock community that you just don’t find much anymore. Radkey are a fresh take on something the music industry is lacking nowadays, reflecting and learning from the great musicians of late and crafting something wickedly whimsical that’s managed to re-ignite the crazies.

If Radkey keep it up they could be the ones to re-invent a new breed of punk-rock noise or, better still, awaken a disorderly rabble of individuals like we’ve seen tonight. Here’s hoping.

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