Anyone embedded in Bristol’s heavy scene will have recognised the familiar figure commanding the stage at The Fleece last Thursday. Gilles Macey—long celebrated as a tireless champion of the city’s darker, heavier sounds—finally found the spotlight turned squarely on himself. For years, he’s been the one amplifying others, providing a platform for Bristol’s metal and alt-rock underground to thrive. This time, the applause was his, as Buried In Bermuda unveiled their latest single Until We Meet Again before a packed hometown crowd.
Flanked by rhythm guitarist Kyle Needham, drummer Alex Bowyer, and bassist/backing vocalist Ben Hussey, Macey fronted a band that has evolved dramatically since we first caught them in their fledgling 2021 days. The addition of Alex and Ben has sharpened their attack; the years since have been marked by sold-out Bristol shows, multiple UK tours, and a growing catalogue of hard-hitting singles. Momentum, it seems, is Buried In Bermuda’s natural state.
Onstage, that momentum manifests as something visceral. Their sound is a storm of muscular riffs, soaring vocals, and relentless rhythms, cut through with raw, unflinching lyricism. Macey’s voice is a weapon of control and release—slowly building tension before unleashing seismic crescendos that recall the depth of Chris Cornell or the emotional pull of Myles Kennedy. Behind him, Kyle and Alex hammer out a foundation of precision and power, while Ben stalks the stage with the presence of a Viking warrior, bass in hand like a weapon of conquest.
The Fleece, with its cavernous acoustics and historic atmosphere, proved the perfect crucible for Buried In Bermuda’s identity—one that’s become distinct and instantly recognisable. They pivot seamlessly between bruising alt-rock epics and heartfelt balladry, never losing their stamp of authenticity. In an era where so many guitar bands blur together, Buried In Bermuda have already carved out a voice you could identify within seconds.
Their seven-song set showcased that identity with unflinching confidence. Even including a bonus middle set cover in the form of a blistering rendition of Madonna’s Like a Prayer which drew grins of disbelief. Just two tracks in and Fire In Your Eyes locked the audience in with irresistible intensity. For this reviewer, even with a camera in hand, the urge to abandon restraint and roar along was almost overwhelming.
This is not a band interested in throwaway two-minute singles. Their songs sprawl and breathe like rock odysseys. Electric stretched into a seven-minute epic complete with shredding solos, while the unreleased Ibuprofen already feels destined to become a fan-favourite anthem—an ironic title for a track designed to soothe something deeper than pain.
But the night belonged to Until We Meet Again. Brooding, cinematic, and emotionally charged, it demonstrated the full scope of the band’s versatility—a song as comfortable in a rock club as it would be over a Bond credits sequence. The closing punch of Torment and You Don’t Know, both recent 2025 singles, sealed the night in cathartic fashion, underscoring why Buried In Bermuda are no longer just ones to watch—they’re already here, already vital.
Plenty of bands can make a noise. Buried In Bermuda make a connection. And at The Fleece, that connection reverberated through every corner of the room.
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First attended gig: Republica, circa 1996.
First gig shot: Hands Off Gretel, at The Louisiana!
Dream gig: Huge metalhead and my ultimate dream gig would be shooting my heroes Slipknot at a huge stadium gig, or as festival headliners. And to experience shooting a headline tour outside the UK
