There is nothing worse than going to a gig with a cold (which in fact turned out to be flu… don’t worry about me, it’s not life threatening, I will survive, cancel the flowers)… unless of course you’re watching Glasgow’s Holy Esque.
I’m not wholly sure where the holy from their name comes from… but I was left thinking “holy fucking Christ - that is loud”. Loud enough to distract me from my impending demise and literally shaking the flu-ey gunky mess that had congealed within my head to pieces… which although I thank them for it was not as sexy as it sounds.
I’ve previously described some bands as “music to piss your parents off”… Holy Esque is a band to piss your whole family off… including distant relatives in Canada or Germany or wherever. Intense, unpredictable and earth as well as flu gunk shatteringly good.
Oh the singer has a weird voice too…