Call me biased, but GYG was one of the concerts I was actually seriously looking forward to at this year’s Spot. After having watched them play solid concerts over the last few years here in Aarhus in just about every dive with a PA system, it was about time they graduated to a stage and room that would showcase what they do best: blow you away.
After having just received their brilliantly executed 1st full length vinyl The Worrying Kind in the post and having just enough time to put it on the old victrola while scoffing my birthday cake on the morning of the 3rd, I was fully prepared to zip into godsbanen and witness my first GYG show of the year.
Much to my delight, the very large hall, this week appropriated for a run of short sets from some of the medium sized bands to play SPOT, was full to the brim of anticipating listeners at exactly 15.30 when the band were due to take the stage. I’m sure not many of the sudience members knew quite what to expect from the trio – now augmented by violinist and producer Asger Chritiansen. Their short but effective set seemed to have an almost hypnotic effect on the crowd.
The large space of the hall caused me some concern at first – how would a trio (plus a fiddle) fill what effectively was a zeppelin hanger? Instantly though it became quite clear that this was the best choice for a band of their ilk – heavy but with lots of space and not too much clutter in their sound.
This time out, it only took frontman Andreas Westmark half a song until his pacing and swerving into the melee of sound threw his fedora off of his head during lead off single from the album: “Black Book”. At various intervals he chided the crowd by aggressively claiming most of the stage and even taunting us by appearing in front of the stage monitors, almost baiting us for a fight during punctuations of the rhythms .
First numbers of such short festival sets are all important, and in this case “Black Book” served them well. The swell of the following numbers only thinned out a few of the casual listeners, with a lot of the public moving forward a bit to “lean into” the pounding and sorrowful uproars of the meat of the set.
For their final number, title track off their newly minted album “The Worrying Kind” there seemed to be a lull in attention span. The opening of the track has a quiet almost ambient feel of a funeral march, with the band holding back before a rapturous hard-core “chorus” or refrain of sorts. In fact – its chugging stark mainline riff when launched into wouldn’t be out of place in a Wagner opera or Mahler opus. Before the attack and release of the apex of the piece, the audience was audibly restless and chattering, but the space in between the two run troughs of the theme, you could almost drop a pin now. The audience was absolutely captured. Now the heads began to bob, people began to open their mouths in awe. For most, they had just witnessed an awesome performance by a truly exceptional bunch of lads from Aalborg.
Obviously promoting their new album, they stuck in earnest to the material and arrangements on the record. They still have a few more arrows left in their quiver though for a full concert, with older material from the singles and ep’s of their past. I can’t fucking wait to see them again.