Artists: Chapel Club
Venue: Cockpit 2, Leeds
Review by: Nick Lavigueur
IT would be horrendously easy to categorise much vaunted prospects Chapel Club as merchants of miserable 80s indie fused with White Lies’ tinged-doom pop.
The comparison would not be completely unfair as their hour-long performance was blessed with a fair bit of shoe-gazing, a heavy dollop of brooding and a large dose of posturing.
But if you closed your eyes and got over the lack of on stage activity the layered wall of sound created by the London based five piece is more than enough energy to lap up and goes someway to validating the hype fostered by national music heavyweights XFM and NME.
Let’s face it, it’s not often these guys get it wrong, and they haven’t here.
Petite singer Lewis Bowman’s baritone voice belies his stature and despite the group’s aforementioned low key stage presence the band instantly captivate the packed venue with their intelligent atmospheric indie rock.
The power created by the musicians juxtaposed with Bowman’s deep tones almost hypnotises the crowd into a motionless catatonic state of admiration.
The railway arches that make up the city centre venue are perhaps not the most romantic of venues and after four or five swirling album tracks I thought I might as well be listening to the CD at home.
But just as my interest began to fade I was woken up by a step up in tempo with rockier number All The Eastern Girls, which has the crowd cheering and dancing along.
Closing with the dreamy yet powerful The Shore and upbeat encore Five Trees the band complete their first headline gig in Leeds safe in the knowledge that their burgeoning reputation has only been boosted.