It’s safe to say we are knackered. On Thursday eve, Jeffrey and I got on a coach from the Hague (NL) to London. We arrived at 5.30 local time and divided our time between landmarks, record stores and feeling miserable on the curb with another can of Monster. The goal of this trip? Pariso’s last show ever, at The Unicorn, Camden.
PARISO has been a major factor in creating a label out of Smithsfoodgroup. We’ve had the pleasure of booking them several shows throughout the years and the launch of their surprise second album, a.o. on cassette through us, is a landmark. SFG001. Sold out on those within 11 hours of the release. They’ve done some amazing songs, shirts and release formatting. Cassettes? Square flexis? Fucking credit card shaped CDs? 5" vinyl? Playable postcards? You bet.
While British “new” hardcore flourished over the past years with mixing old skool with metal, screamo, black and jazzy influences, the era of inovation is slowly grinding to a halt. Compared to, say, five years ago, there are less heavy bands jamming in their mom’s garage. But the foundation laid by bands such as Pariso, Throats, Rolo Tomassi, Run Walk, Kerouac, Last Witness, Crocus, Kasa, Battle For Paris and what not stays solid. Holy Roar and COF amongst others such as Tangled Talk and LTD continuously sign and release amazing bands our age.
The Unicorn was packed for Pariso and as much as I hope it’ll take 20 years before they call it quits (after gloriously slaying Maryland, Ieperfest, Groezrock, Graspop, Hevy, Download and what more), I wish the same response to and fun from Employed To Serve, Svalbard, Eulogy, Oblivionized, Ithaca, Yards, Artemis, Human Future, Vales, We Never Learned To Live, Old Skin etc. etc. etc. because the new UK tide is a strong one.
Thank you Pariso, Employed To Serve, Daggers, Svalbard, hostel Justine & Sammy and Sammy’s mum, Jamie’s pizza, Stu for our records, Mazz for the shirt, Kurt for the hugs, all the people I’d never met before but finally and awkwardly shook hands with and sleepy Jeffrey for a night that I, as a visitor, too will never forget.
– this is written on a phone from a bus so f u typos.