Entering a cold room, playing to a warm crowd. One of Liverpool’s finest new acts, Broken Men take the stage and they dominate every square foot of it.
It’s rare that you see an unfamiliar band live for the first time and you instantly get it. The dynamics of the set are nailed on and bolted. Each song has its own unique identity and sticks in the memory with a particular signature.
The most striking thing about this set and the group as a whole is the distinct individuality of each member. Much like their songs, each member is easily identifiable and has mastered his own on stage persona. It is almost as if this band has been meticulously cast and each of them perform their role to ‘Laurence Olivier’ standard; Their swaying, stomping frontman, casually oozing cool, their drummer, who is a better vocalist than most other bands front man, a Carlos D-esque bassist, a blasé guitarist in his own world and suave son ‘bitch on keys.
All in all, Broken Men are one smooth, calculated and gall darn awesome unit. Expect to be hearing a lot about these bastards for a long time to come.
Words; Krystian Hudson
It’s rare that you see an unfamiliar band live for the first time and you instantly get it. The dynamics of the set are nailed on and bolted. Each song has its own unique identity and sticks in the memory with a particular signature.
The most striking thing about this set and the group as a whole is the distinct individuality of each member. Much like their songs, each member is easily identifiable and has mastered his own on stage persona. It is almost as if this band has been meticulously cast and each of them perform their role to ‘Laurence Olivier’ standard; Their swaying, stomping frontman, casually oozing cool, their drummer, who is a better vocalist than most other bands front man, a Carlos D-esque bassist, a blasé guitarist in his own world and suave son ‘bitch on keys.
All in all, Broken Men are one smooth, calculated and gall darn awesome unit. Expect to be hearing a lot about these bastards for a long time to come.
Words; Krystian Hudson