Deaf Havana review at King's Lynn Corn Exchange
Deaf Havana were back performing in King's Lynn last night (Thursday, July 11) after a decade-long hiatus from the area.
Jon Seymour attended the Alive Corn Exchange for the Lynn News to review the show.
Mr Seymour writes: For one night only, one of the biggest (if not the biggest) musical exports from this part of Norfolk returned for a sold-out homecoming show.
I am of course talking about Deaf Havana. But that was a long way off, there were no less than three other bands to get the crowd warmed up, and warm them up they did.
First to take the stage were Battle of the Bands finalists Eluders. They’re new to the local music scene, but they have certainly made their mark already. As a two-piece they can generate a lot of noise, and their delivery is spot on.
They have attitude, a style of their own, and their delivery is as powerful as it is brash. They pull no punches and there are no frills, but brilliantly simple can often be simply brilliant.
Next up were local lads The Extons. Fresh from having played the Isle of Wight Festival, they were eager to get on stage in front of a home crowd.
They’ve had a huge summer, and it seems that after plugging away at the local scene for a long time, their hard work has paid off, and they’re making headway.
Their next big shows are the Leeds and Reading Festivals, where they’ll be playing the BBC Introducing stage.
The third support slot was taken up by Dead Reynolds. Having risen from the ashes of Phoenix Calling they exploded onto the stage and stamped their authority almost immediately.
Fronted by Jessies Ghost’s Callum Waterfield, they were a force to be reckoned with, and they certainly took no prisoners.
A huge surprise for me was the power of Callum’s voice. We’re used to a much cleaner sound from him, but boy can he belt out a rock song. This band mean business, and they were on fire tonight.
All too quickly, it was time for Deaf Havana take to the stage. I say that because the quality of the acts so far was exceptional, and they could have probably played an hour each, had there not been a curfew. Anyway, I digress.
The hometown boys came out full throttle and didn’t let up in the slightest, save for the few ballads in their set. The crowd, well and truly warmed up by now, were in fine voice, and the atmosphere was electric.
They blasted through a set littered with songs old and new, with the precision of a neurosurgeon. I spoke with them briefly before the show, and they all said how nervous they were.
They explained that it was a lot different playing in the town they grew up in, with so many family and friends in the audience, but there were no nerves on stage. To say the knocked it out of the park would be an understatement.
So that was it, it was all over and the swarm of people left the room, and there was deadly silence, but nobody went home dissatisfied.
For myself, and I imagine many others, it will go down as a night to remember.
I don’t even know how Triston Finnis from Twisted Melon managed it, but there were 900 people in attendance that were so glad he did!
Who knows how long it’s going to be before they come back? Whenever it may be, you can put me down for a ticket right now!