In the sultry heat of August, Hot Milk beckoned the cosmic abyss with a resonant “Call To The Void,” and the abyss, in its cosmic caprice, responded with an emphatic nod, swiftly catapulting them into the realms of sold-out glory across the UK, Europe, Japan, and Australia. The global appetite for the visceral Hot Milk live experience, a bacchanalian voyage through the echelons of emo-infused power rock, proved insatiable.
This troupe, led by the luminaries Han Mee, Jim Shaw, Tom Paton, and Harry Deller, encapsulates not just a band but an evolving sonic saga. The recent album, a veritable compendium of anthems rather than a pedestrian collection of tunes, augments the burgeoning classics crafted by these alchemists in a mere half-decade of existence. Hot Milk, ablaze with fervor, burns fast and bright; their incendiary prowess echoes through the pulsating tapestry of their live spectacles.
The sold-out congregation at Bristol’s Trinity Centre was not a mere audience; it was an amalgamation of atoms, each yearning for the alchemy of something extraordinary. The ensuing performance was nothing short of extraordinary—an immersive sojourn into a sonorous dimension, an interactive odyssey generating energy to rival the national grid.
The curated set was a masterstroke in fanatical orchestration, unfurling with a tempestuous fervor through the new album’s opuses, “Horror Show” and “Bloodstream,” intertwining seamlessly with Hot Milk’s venerable classics like “I Just Wanna Know What Happens When I’m Dead” and “I Think I Hate Myself.” By the time the ethereal strains of “Breathing Underwater” permeated the venue, the band were able to stand in awe as the fervent crowd assumed the mantle of vocal custodians.
The crescendo reached its zenith with the pop-drenched opus “Candy Coated Lie$,” eliciting a thunderous ovation, punctuated by a fortuitous fan stepping into the vocal fray on stage.
Amidst the chaotic cadence of “Migraine” and “Party On My Deathbed,” the atmosphere surged, threatening to engulf the floor in a frenetic mosh pit. Witnessing Hot Milk’s zenith affirmed their readiness for the grand stages of arenas and festivals. Han and Jim, intuitive conduits of performance, danced in harmonious synchrony, a visual delight.
As the final notes of the encore, “Glass Spiders,” dissipated into the ether, the crowd consigned this night to the hallowed annals of rock history, a testament to the indelible mark of Hot Milk’s prowess in the pantheon of live performances.
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Chief, the one that bugs the team for team for their reviews and images. Creator and founder of The Bristol Gig Guide. Can usually be found swamped in admin or getting cramp kneeling at the front of a gig.
Available for: Gig Shoots, Gig Reviews, Photo Shoots, Album and Single cover shoots, Videography work, Interviews and Touring
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
