The Coronet Friday -Review

The Bloody Beetroots only British gig for the last thousand years blew mine and everyone else minds away on Friday night in the spacious yet sketchy Coronet in Elephant and Castle. The pill popping crowd that usually collate on the dancefloor laden with glow sticks, were replaced by skin headed tatood men that reminded me of a crowd you might see throwing fists at Lamb Of God's tour.
Covering Refused's 'New Noise' the moshing commenced as i stood with my back against  the melting brick wall. Refusing to give me an interview for the simple reason 'We dont do interviews" i found it highly un-suprising that these gimp mask laden msucisans were any bit sociable. Throwing hands and what looked like goblets of fire into the crowd the ecleptic thudding of the drum's threw everythign into turnmoil.  For a stage that had just graced Hervé and Mylo, was now a bloodbath of angry rock fans.

Hervé who i expected to play the last set to a minimalistic Mowgli, would of proven better all round. Teasing us with drop's of the Proxy's - So Raven was one of the most intense, drawn out experiences of the whole night. Flitting between the smoking area and the main room became exhausting after waiting a good 2 hours to hear some pounding base. Suprsiingly, the crown of the night had to go to Kissy Sell Out. After an epic yet scaring experience of The Bloody Beetroots, Kissy took to the crowd with an array of old school Garage, Dub Step and Dance. Proving to be the legend that he is, he treated the crowd to some Queen and Michael Jackson before teasing us again for the second time in one evening with the epic Proxy.  Feet were off the ground and arms were in the air as he persued to move the thuds of feet into a frenzy. Overlooking the crowd from the sidelines glow sticks returned, leaving the leather jackets and the tatoo's at the door.

Entering the early morning slot Mowgli took to the turn tables to deliver some gorgeous and aromatic beats that were easy enough to sit and discuss politics with over Sunday lunch. Being 3am and drawing a close, Mowlgi got the crowd pumping again with his view on the swine outbrak, Tamiflu. Off the album  'Paris to London' this joyous track was uplifting and interesting with subtle female grunting vocals and synthsiszers. 4 minutes in a drop that was a little anticipated revived the crowd, bringing them back down from Kissy Sell Out's performance.

Located upstairs in a bare yet pumping room, visuals were tyhrown together on the sidelines with a DJ that had mroe fidget than feet could have perscribed. His enthisatic stance made the ever dwindling crowd give the last leg value for money. Missing Does It Offend You Yeah? was one of the lowest points of the evening - a pub in East Dulwich has itself to blame, Strawberry Beer and a range of nibbles stopped me movig quickly.

Filled with a varied crowd and msuical tastes, beats were best pumped through Kissy. Disspointingly Hervé didnt impress and Mowgli was too chilled for the last leg of the shopwstopping night. Bloody Beetroots were Bloody mad, but again, Their first eevr UK Live show - no wonder they went for it.