Lovvers

Right, first up I would like to point out something to the man in the white shirt, who stood abusing Lovvers all the way through their set on Friday night. The more you sling your crap at this band bud, the better they become. They’re like that monster in a cartoon that just absorbs the energy of the goodies weapons.

Not that 333’s Friday night set up wasn’t irksome enough. Slated to be on at around midnight a series of sound guy disappearances and the most inflexible line up in the world meant that by the time Lovvers reached the stage they were ready for war.

“I’d just like to say that the first band was one of the worse bands I’ve ever saw”, muttered lead singer Shaun Hencher, and then we were off. Almost immediately the throngs of electro guys dived for cover after being subjected to the kind of sweat and sludge you’d associate with a tiny New York Basement circa 1985.

Lovvers’ don’t really play music, they more pluck chords from the air and then ram then down your throat while your stand like a rabbit staring at an oncoming car over the riot playing out 4 inches from your face. As the set the raged on, the crowd divided into people wildly punching the air and people scratching their heads with a confused look smothered all over their faces.

Tonight, it took all of about 3 songs for Shaun to come flying over the barrier to mix it up with the crowd, and before long he was spitting songs into the faces of the assembled masses, including some girl who was so determined to make out with him, she appeared ready to surmount any obstacle, including all the framework of the stage.

After about 20 minutes it was all over, except for the abuse throwing. As some merchant banker hurled expletives, Lovvers packed up like they owned the place. The whole thing was like a hardcore show should be, a band rocking out whilst being utterly uncompromising and in your face about it. Lovvers aren’t here to be liked; they’re here to throw down.