On support duty for Anneke Van Giersbergen at the Borderline and a stint opening for Enter Shikari, Death Letters are on a trajectory to shuck off bridesmaid’s syndrome.
Dutch band Death Letters are a mere two piece, although if you closed your eyes you would never know it.
The extremely accomplished guitar and percussion work that flowed from the stage, at a rammed to the rafters Borderline show, gave the impression of a much larger outfit. .
Most surprisingly, Death Letters have the ability to take the tempo from a hard thrash (which was expected) to a gentle and almost jazzy feel (which was not). They toy with these changes through their set, at times becoming seemingly lost in that jazzy vibe before letting rip and slipping back in to a full tilt thrash.
A weird but extremely welcome mix that had the audience hooked, leaving a feeling of “Fuck yeah”.
Photographer, published poet, former party animal, body builder, grave robber
to the stars and renowned chainsaw juggler, Carl can often be spotted on his
Harley Davidson pretending to be in Terminator 2. He is also frequently seen in
the press pits of old London town, camera in hand, avoiding being hit by bottles
of wee and crippling his opposition with secret Kung Fu moves.