The Membranes – Rebellion 2015
‘Towering above all else’
So, here we are, four days into Rebellion festival packed
with both quality and quantity. It’s Sunday night, the audience are tired and
suffering from festival fever and overindulgence on a grand scale, but just one
more band to see before we call it a year and head home for a well-earned rest
and recovery period.
There was absolutely no indication that we were about to be
blown away by what, in my opinion, was simply the best performance of the
entire event, by some margin too.
The Membranes are back with a vengeance. It may be 26 years
since their last album, but they have certainly made the most of the break and
now look like a bunch of youngsters on the road for the first time. The sound
at ‘The Pavilion’ stage also played a part and has been drastically improved
since previous years and the master of the stage, John Robb, took every
advantage. In modern times (and a lesson to be learned from some other
front-men here this weekend), Robb is a master in stage craft, he owns the
audience and plays like every gig is his last and he needs to leave behind a
long lasting legacy.

It was a set designed to challenge the weary. It was fast
and furious, dark and dirty. The opener, the rather lengthily titled ‘The Universe
explodes into a billion protons of pure white light’ (that also opens their
latest album Dark Light/Dark Energy’) was truly magnificent. Followed by Do the
Supernova, Spikes, In the graveyard, Space junk, Myths, Tatty seaside town
(Dedicated to Blackpool!!) 21st Century man and Hum of the universe.
Of them all, ‘In the graveyard’ was my favourite. Punchy,
heavy, reminiscent of The Birthday Party and Nick Cave in delivery and design,
worthy of staying till the end in itself. Of course Robb is animated throughout
and even manages one of his many sojourns into the audience for good measure.
Well it is a show and he is a showman after all, so what did we expect.
This is not the teeny-bop material of Goldblade, this is
special and something to be witnessed over and over again. I take my hat off to
you all, the band for delivering the perfect piece de resistance, and
the crowd for still being there, on their feet till the very
end. Their patience was regally rewarded. See you next year Blackpool.
Pic and Words...Mark Eastwood