Spring King’s last jaunt in the Cottonpolis comprised of an ill-fated Halloween party. Minus the costumes, but preserving their punk fashion power, Northern Quarter’s Gullivers housed the outfit with ear damaging impact.

Spring King release their twominutesomething tracks with suppressed vigour; viciously stinging through their distinctly pre-Beetlebum Britpop blend of strident punk and hook savvy melodies. They embrace a chaotic identity befit of the early 80s indie principles that shimmer throughout. ‘Better Man’ highlighted these standards; smashing throughout succinct stabs of guitar allowing the spat vocals room to surge.

“It’s like playing squash or something,” was ‘front man come drummer come musical force behind Spring King’ Tarek Musa’s assessment of the fierce intensity of a live Spring King’s experience. ‘Demons’ combined a Joe Strummer energy to the battering vocal patterns – the backing chants from the remaining three musicians loosely resembling the mob fuelled passages of Sham 69 whilst retaining a melodic understanding similar to Sunderland’s The Futureheads – above the unswerving bursts of distorted life. In truth they could easily shift their careers into the realms of a Clash cover band, but their sanguine compositions generate such an explosive Stag night brand of fun, it’s a career that should be placed securely on the back burner.

‘Can I?’ – to an extent – opposed the brash crux of Spring King; maintaining a haunting magnetism against a more passionate, crushing vocal. But so often the likes of ‘Mumma’ – crunching feedback exudes before the harsh drums escape before a Cribs like euphoria becomes exposed through the backing vocals – and ‘City’ – cut with a spiking ‘Life On Other Planets’ Supergrass melodies and en mass vocal collages – cemented them as Britpunk revivalists of the 21st Century.

It’s raw. It’s raucous. It’s resolute. Spring King’s electricity has evolved, and under the jazz lounge lights within Gullivers, they continued their full-frontal approach to groove generating. It won’t change the world. Probably not even the opinions of the voters they attempted to budge. But regardless of what happens, Spring King have made the place a much more brazen – and nostalgic – environment to thrive in.

Words by Clive K Hammond


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