Hammerfest: Malefice, Sondura & No Made Sense
Wandering around in sharp suits and then plugging in with sharper riffs, No Made Sense set about really making a name for themselves in the confines of Hammerfest’s third stage. It may be a little early in the day for prog leanings but these Brit newcomers make quite the impression while we try to stop feeling like we’ve been run over by a steamroller twice.
Sondura are a little more meat-and-potatos than NMS but it just goes to show that, even amongst the less-established bands, Briatin is a hot-bed of talent right now and Sondura are leading their own charge for recognition at full-force this afternoon.
When it comes to British breakthrough metal-acts, nobody’s getting near Malefice. From the second that the Reading bruisers burst through the barricades, for the first time this weekend, the pit ignites from front to back and side to side during 40 minutes of what is not just one of the best sets of the weekend but is one of the finest displays of pure, red-blooded, no fucking about, groove-orientated metal perfection we’ll see all year. Laying waste to North Wales and with a full-throated Malefice chant piercing the air at the climax of the show, on this kind of from, Malefice can take the Pepsi challenge with any metal band on Earth. Next time they play your town, miss them at your peril.