Now, I’m not one for advocating aggression. In fact, my superhuman ability to avoid ever engaging in a game of rugby would totally support this. Such a barbaric sport. But sometimes, when everything gets a bit too much and Donald Trump signs off yet another cheese-puff tainted declaration, you’ve just got to let it all out.
For me, there’s no better way to do this than by surrounding yourself with a bunch of sweaty millennials whilst your body is twisted and contorted in ways you never knew possible. Out of context, that might sound a bit unusual. So transport yourself to Camden’s Electric Ballroom. The opening riff to FLY BY ALIEN rings out and there you are, in the middle of a circle pit at VANT‘s glorious return to London.
After having just released their debut album, DUMB BLOOD, VANT were ready to rock Camden harder than ever before. Saying that, not even I was ready to endure the upcoming rapture. As the likes of KARMA SEEKER and PARKING LOT ravaged every conceivable crevasse of the room, my left Dr Marten was already a memory of the distant past, having been swept away in the current of adolescent fury.
We’ve said before that it’s bands like VANT who unite all global citizens, challenge society and bring about action. With this ethos lingering in the dank air, along with the scent of cheap beer and cigarettes, it’s not surprising that the progressive roars of PEACE AND LOVE and PUT DOWN YOUR GUN transcended the crowd’s revelry like a long, hard battle cry. To the same effect, Mattie Vant’s speech about International Women’s Day offered a warming sense of hope before launching into the showstopping anthem DO YOU KNOW ME?
Not only did VANT deliver one of the most passionate gigs I’ve seen to date, but they gave us something a lot more important. They left us with a question. A question to think about as we re-emerged into the outside world. The world of fascist dictators and celebrated injustice. For once, the state of my post-mosh hair wasn’t the most important thing on my mind.
Words by William Castile