Ringo Deathstarr are preceded by Pilotcan and Skibunny, both of whom deliver just what you want from support acts; they warm the crowd up nicely without blowing anyone away. However, if the crowd are untouched dandelions, hesitating in the breeze, the appearance of Deathstarr soon balds them nicely.
Guitars blast impenetrably from the outset, severely distorted and grinding against your ears in a not-unpleasant fashion. Hailing from Austin, Texas, and having supported the likes of The Dandy Warhols, they’ve come a long way to sizzle through our brains without letting us hear the music, and thankfully the vocals quickly triumph through the fuzzy wall-of-guitar sound.
They are Elliott Frazier, Alex Gehring and Daniel Coborn, and they do not let us forget why we are here. Their pop melodies shine through and have the crowd on their feet, and the breathtakingly paced delivery only heightens the sense of seeing a truly brilliant band who are at their very best live.
With a friendly yet imposing all-american stage-stance, the boy/girl vocal duo sound fantastic and shamelessly mimic the early nineties golden age of shoegazing (and it doesn’t hurt that they’re all pretty easy on the eye).
A noise-pop extravaganza who are constantly but very justifiably compared to Jesus and Mary Chain and My Bloody Valentine, Ringo Deathstarr do not disappoint live; their sets are brief, but blistering. In vocalist Elliot Frazer’s own words, "We are about cool vibes, big sound, Marshall stacks, secret melodies and excessive volume," and damn, don’t they do it well.