Next gen are going boldly

FOR a Sunday night, I don’t think Chesterfield’s Crooked Spire pub was expecting a turn out as big - or as brutal.

Openers The Length of Whitt proved to be gradual hard-hitters, vocalist Graeme Haywood has an incredible pair of lungs on him and a great vocal range much like Deaf Havana’s frontman James Veck-Gilodi.

The humour of the band provided a great back up to their musical talents.

Covering A Day to Remember’s The Plot To Bomb The Panhandle was a brilliant move, giving them the hardcore bravado they aspired to, while their own Blue Skies and Story Of My Life affirmed their place as a great opening act.

Next up was new boys Hands Held High who gave the punters something to mosh to.

They also showed an impressive attention to detail, with the intro and outro giving a completion to the set.

Their cover of While She Sleeps’ Crows was mastered to a T, while some how adding their own touch to it.

All of the band are talented musicians, the guitarists were superb, and it was all held together with the fierce pace of the drums. Ben Elliott’s vocals added an edge to the set and the whole thing was courageous and daring. Hands Held High are a band you don’t hear very often and their own track Stay Strong and My Life In Mind have given them a strong fanbase - they certainly know how to pull a crowd.

Sheffield lads We Start From Nothing got the audience going with their boisterous pieces such as Witches and Broken And Alone.

Their sound is big, while frontman Dom Federici adds eccentricity.

On stage the band is laidback and fearless, not even concerned about the pit action they’d successfully stirred up.

Another cheeky lad band, they played an amazing set and fell right into place: they’re definitely talented.

But it was headliners A Dishonest Truth that everyone was hyped up about, and they had a reason to be too.

Opening with This Song’s Our Liger, the boys really stepped it up throughout the set: the vocals were amazing and musically they were impeccable.

What most impressed though, was how they worked the crowd - holding the room in the palm of their hands.

Without a doubt they put on a great show and finished on a high - covering Jessie J’s Do It Like A Dude was the oddest and most unimaginable thing I’ve heard, they really impressed me.

Overall I believe that The Crooked Spire pub can call their night a success.

I’d like to congratulate everybody for surviving the insane pits, and it was nice to see the outstanding talents of Chesterfield’s next musical generation.