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Live: Clutch

Maryland’s lords of the riff upgrade to Brixton – with roaring results.

Beards. Beards as far as the eye can see. And beer – all of the beer – merrily swigged and thrown by throngs of happy, (mostly) hairy people. This is the stuff Clutch gigs are made of.

Four modestly attired middle-aged blokes – all of whom look more like IT professionals than rock-stars, and three of whom barely move as they focus intently on their instruments – shouldn’t be this entertaining. But my god they are.

It’s not perfect. Upgraded at the last minute from Shepherd’s Bush Empire, the sound isn’t brilliant – with guitarist Tim Sult’s monster truck riffs getting smothered in a rather muddy mix.

However, this doesn’t stop it being a great show. The propulsive rhythm grooves; the brilliantly intelligent, absurdist lyrics; the mighty hooks and heady layers that just keep coming, right up to closer EarthrockerSerious fun.

Polly is Features Editor at Classic Rock magazine, where she commissions regular pieces and longer reads (including new band coverage) and writes a few things. She also writes for Louder, Prog and Metal Hammer, and talks about songs on the 20 Minute Club podcast. In her spare time she writes fiction and cooks.