Month: April 2025

words: Paulo Carmona (edited by Raquel Pinheiro); photos: Telma Mota

words: Paulo Carmona (edited by Raquel Pinheiro); photos: Telma Mota

An immense density of everything.
The Horrors playing just like themselve. What was to be expected, was.

Alternative neo-ghotic rock, with guitar noise typical of garage rock and indie-punk, mixed with very present and intense keyboardsll, another characteristic of neo-psychedelia, together with the low light and the smog created by the artificial smoke originated a favorable and appropriate environment for the sound performed by the band.

Faris Badwan writhes clinging to the tripod that supports the microphone as if it was supporting himself too He swings a little, stumbling and ecstatic as he shouts the lyrics with in his very characteric voice. Faris barely speaks to the audience. That is part of the band’s style and idiosyncrasies.

The songs followed, one after the other. Starting with Silence That Remains, Three Decades, and Mirrors Image, until Who Can Say.

The intense strob was too present, overshadowing everything, and so annoying that it forced you to close your eyes and look away from the stage. Drummer Joe Spurgeon could barely be seen, or glimpsed through the shadows.

It was almost impossible to focus on the stage for an entire song due to the successive lightning strikes. In my opinion, it almost ruined everything. The only reason it didn’t, was because, musically, the concert was immaculate.

For lovers of the genre, The Horrors have very well structured songs and of a singular beauty and their last album – Night Life, is a good, very well done, record. During the encore they played three songs: Lotus Eater, Scarklet Fields and Something to Remember Me By
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Outside, the warm air of the night relieved my tired eyes.