Glammed up crowds stood around the bus stops on a bleak Thurs night in Sept waiting for their transport into town for
a night on the ale means one thing: freshers week. As part of the tradition of all trying to visit and be all things trendy,
a substantial number of them pack out the sweaty environs of the Roadhouse to try to see for themselves one of the
many up and coming bands that will inevitably make the cover of a future NME.
Say hello to the Dead 60's
I'm not sure how the name came about, but it would be nice to believe that
they are trying to break will all tag "Scouse, beat, combo" that bands from the
west end of the M62 are labelled, because they are nothing like that.
The opening number is a Selector/Specials tinged beat that overlays a
swirling Doors type organ that grasps the attention.
For the second time in 4 days, (TV On the Radio) at the same venue, we are
treated to a band that can grab a series of disparate styles and produce
something with it's own identify.
In the frontman, they have someone who provides a focus for the band,
stepping out into the audience before the first song is over, always moving,
grimacing with determination.
Guitar and reggae beat collide elsewhere, until after 4 numbers, the set slips
into a more "comfortable" standard ska thread, the initial impetus slowly
dying down.
As teach might say "Good potential. Requires to push on to succeed"
