INME Gig Review

INME: Gig Review

Dragging my feet through the culturally diverse streets of Glasgow, I zoned in on a venue modest in size but goliath in atmosphere and zing. Ivory Blacks opened to INME, a band with enough noise and credibly to engulf the crowd in a sway hard to dismantle. The Essex trio married the crowd with Rock worthy for a more defined stage, sending shockwaves through the flock foaming for more rock flavour.

The commence of Ivory Blacks stage show was kick-started by screamo revivalists ‘We Are The Damned’ who blurted out a collection of brutal appetisers not for the most fragile ear. The passion was there, the urgency to connect with the bustling array was clear. Sreamo has its enemies, it is a genre harshly understood, barricaded off with a grade c credibility. We are the damned surprised and warmed a crowd shivering for hard-etched metal. After the screaming tension, the crowd had enough to time disconnect into a mellower fashion, awaiting the prize assets donning of the stage already lingering in perspiration discharge. The lights dimmed, the noise gained a new level as the audience readied for a punch of hysteria. INME where ready to march, carrying they’re guitars like swords covered in a magical venom.

Metal was back on the agenda as INME settled onto the stage. Punching the air as the crowd responded in ecstasy, some intoxicated, some gig virgins, and some veterans of the scene. INME fired the metal cannon, blasting out an array of new and old. The tongues were wagging, slivering for more, the crowd morphed into a frenzied state, materialising an infringement of shouts and hysteria. Dave McPherson addressed, flapping his arms in the air, as the flock replicated his movements.
INME crashed into ‘7 Weeks’ a song popular among fans. It created a new urgency as it fondled the ears, rough, brittle, but ludicrously contagious. A perfect opener for a night destined to be flamboyant and highly charged. The band offered a fresh platter of songs from new album ‘Herald Moth’ jumping straight into ‘Nova Armada’, a mesmerising gem, gleaming for more exposure. The crowd openly knew the song, screaming out the chorus, with there eyes bulging and they’re fists placed in the perspiration lamented air. A true nostalgic tingle, worthy of the audiences graceful approval.

INME gambled when they unlocked a new armoury, the songs where a mixture to potent for the crowd to programme. The bustling settled to a sway, as McPherson threw out melody with ‘You won't hear from me again’ a symphonic heart puller previewing the vocalists angst against a lust dislodging him from her life. INME then purged out a classic with ‘Cracking the Whip’ sending a shockwave of raw rock through the parade witnessing a show steeped in triumph. ‘Soldier’ came next, a guitar lashing formed by the sweetest of lyrics. The guitars ease as the melody blossoms, the song flutters like a butterfly full of life. INME raced through they’re set like greyhounds at their peak. Firing out songs burning with a vibrant flame. Nestling into Glasgow, grabbing the music culture, and plunging new euphonic dimensions down its throat.
By Mark McConville

Posted on April 28th, 2009 at 03:25pm


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