Graveyard recreating the eternal seventies rock in Bilbao

2023-05-27 07:16:44

Satisfying night, even memorable for many attendees, the one offered at the Kafe Antzokia by the rock duo made up of the French Mars Red Sky and the Swedes Graveyard, who are coming to Madrid today, Saturday, at the Kristonfest rock festival, also organized by the Bilbao promoter Noise On Tour and that will display a quadruple bill completed by the Yankees The Obsessed and Rosy Finch from Alicante. An appointment that, according to what was tasted this Friday, we can recommend with full guarantee.

In the Kafe Antzokia, animated by more than 400 souls, the three Bordeaux from Mars Red Sky opened fire, who in 44 minutes and 6-7 songs, officiated as priests of stoner rock veined with lysergy. A stoner that was perceived by the snort of the bass and by how the clothes in the first rows vibrated to the sound of the bass drum of a transparent battery with gong and with a light that illuminated it in its transparencies. The doom mass of the Red Sky of Mars, based on progressiveness, Black Sabbath blues and Fu Manchu and Kyuss vibes with the guitarist’s overly melodic voice, caught the fans. “Slower!” a spectator requested in a trance, who used slowness as a synonym for mettle.

Graveyard from the stairway.

Alfredo Freije

The ranks tightened more before the departure of the Graveyard Swedes, and in the vanguard youth, female presence and foreign spectators were noted. So much youth that it was shown once again that seventies rock is perpetuated and points to eternity. The four Gothenburgers scored a 14-song gig (perhaps the encore was double and would be 15) in 80 intense minutes, subtly grading and seventy-year-old devotees. A gig (different fans described it as a hit at the end) in which several tribal and enthusiastic pogos were also generated.

The rock of Graveyard, skinny long-haired and mustachioed who did not go on stage in jean jackets, waved over various prototype compositions. At least three slow blues in a gradation easily comparable to Gary Moore, or Thin Lizzy (‘Hard Times Lovin’, ‘Uncomfortably Numb’ and, to end falsely before the encore, ‘The siren’, perhaps the best of his setlist) , a couple of space explosions in the wake of Motörhead (‘It aint over’, ‘Halet’). Scandinavian rock easily comparable to their compatriots Hellacopters (the whipping of ‘Hisingen blues’, the spitting of the lyrics in ‘Buying Truth’), and 70s snacks (a la Black Sabbath ‘Randy’ and ‘Please don’t’, via Led Zeppelin rising folk ‘Slowmotion countdown’). Everything combining the two Gibson guitars: the sober and rhythmic ES-335 of the haggard leader and singer, and the SG of the plucking sometimes with wah-wah of his comrade, who perhaps not a friend (although, boy, the soloist looked grimly at everywhere, not just the singer).