The Purple Turtle is a dark, sparse, intimate rock venue and was the perfect setting for tonight's support band, Camden locals Generation Graveyard.
A striking looking bunch with heavily tattooed bodies, black lined eyes and punk stylings, they were good and tight tonight, their fiercely energetic long black haired vocalist Max belting out some high powered punk songs, savage and bitter at times, depressed and defiant at others.
With a set including the fine 'Empty' and 'Poison City', their vicious punk Metal hybrid music was the perfect warm up for headliners Warrior Soul.
Now I know reviewers are supposed to give a relatively unbiased review but in this instance, bollocks to that! I'm a huge fan of Warrior Soul and have been ever since the wonderful 'Drugs, God And The New Republic' album landed in my lap many years ago, but by far the best way to listen to these guys is live and loud in a small, hot and packed venue and so far we're off to a perfect start.
The band, minus their long maned singer, take to the stage and kick straight into the heavy driving drums and monster riff intro of the mesmerising 'Superpower Dreamland', holding us in anticipation until Kory bounds down the stairs, grabs the mike and powers out his rasping vocals in his own inimitably wild style.
Blitz rocker 'Lets Get Wasted' revs up the pace then guitars let rip into 'The Drug' with lewd gestures aplenty from the exuberant frontman, the storming 'The Party' hot on its heels.
I've seen Kory Clarke in many different guises and as a solo performer but now playing with Johnny H, Rille Lundell, Janne Jarvis and Freddie Cocker Kvarnebrink, he seems to have found souls of a similar ilk, is thoroughly enjoying himself and it really shows. Warrior Soul just keep on getting better.
'Shock Um Down' gets Clarke screaming, hair flailing, all vitriol, vengeance and untamed energy, then the perfect description of himself, 'Punk And Belligerent' is exactly how it's titled, loud, brash and full on. The charming 'Fuck The Pigs' swaggers and brawls its way through some great rock and roll with just about everyone in the crowd giving the bird, then, after technical hitches are dealt with, the band burst into the brilliant 'Intro', chants of "we are the government" filling the room to the rafters, and 'Interzone'.
'Downtown' sears its way along strewn with blistering bass and guitars, and they finish to huge applause with my favourite track, the superb 'Wasteland', a pounding, steroid ripped behemoth of a song with Clarke's rasping vocals shifting between bitter sweetness and utter venom and disdain, truly a classic track.
Through all the twists and turns Warrior Soul have taken over the last two decades, Kory Clarke hasn't lost any fire or passion, his bitterness and cynicism mixed with his love of the music from this band is as raw and open as ever, but now alongside and enriched with his tight and hugely talented fellow band mates, they are hitting serious highs and how the hell this band aren't absolutely huge simply mystifies me.
Warrior Soul. As unrelenting, fierce and stunning as ever. Epic.