Live Review: The Dillinger Escape Plan

Sunday, 24 November 2013

So in my recent wee trip Nottingham I got interview and review some amazing bands and one of these was The Dillinger Escape Plan. You can read it below or check it out here which includes some amazing shots. 

[Graham Berry]

Culminating a two month European tour saw The Dillinger Escape Plan bring Nottingham’s Rock City to a stand still. White lights and disorientating bass left us in unsettling darkness between each erupting blindess for ‘Prancer’ to ambush the crowd with its jagged riff and renowned lyrics. Despite this being the last date of the tour DEP are as tight as ever ripping in ‘Farewell Mona Lisa’ as the crowd continue to shout every word back, flinging their bodies with every embedded riff in their person.

If you didn’t take a Ben Weinman to the face after walking the crowd at KOKO you certainly did at Rock City, sliding the throngs of people as security lashed at his ankles. Epic Dillinger tracks such as ‘Milk Lizard’ and ‘Panasonic Youth‘ had the room in fits swinging with every grooving bass strung with Liam Wilsons vivacious moves and the syncopated riffs of ‘Panasonic Youth’. Dillinger continued to work their way through their anthems with ‘Fix Your Face’ and ‘Black Bubblegum‘ jolting through  volatile time changes in perfect unison whilst throwing every limb and vaulting off everything they could.

With every track came a distortion of absurd moving images. With each haunting picture came another abberant image that left you wincing at the stage but desperate to watch DEP. The looming introduction to these eerie figures left us seduced, unrestrained and cornered by Dillinger, making each track more twisted and more vicious than the last. As Greg introduces ‘One Of Us Is The Killer’ with ‘Lets make some babies‘ it’s slow, grooving motions settle in heaving within each person there.

Proceeding to make a crowd lose their shit is possibly the best kind of encore. As the band covered Aphex Twin’s ‘Come To Daddy’ fans eyes met and tore the place apart lunging at every object as the illustriously mental opening riff to ’43% Burnt’ saw t-shirts flying and bodies launching. No one left unscathed.

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