Gig Notes: Bristol Basement, Friday 23:40

The opener was all restraint. Sparse drums, clipped vocals, and a crowd still finding their space. By the second act, the room was moving as one wave, all elbows and chorus lines.

Best moment of the night came when the headliner killed the lights, let the chant run unaccompanied, then dropped back in with pure low-end pressure.

Some gigs are watched. This one was worn like a bruise.