The south London trio are as lively, if not more so, in the flesh than on record, bursting full of well-directed noise. They manage to be very tight, and by God they have to be to maintain those fabulous precise but off-kilter angular guitar licks and breaks; This despite lead singer Gareth bemoaning the lack of rehearsal time at one point. The Mayors are suited to The Millerâs intimate, attic based feel, as am I as a photographer, enabling me to almost encroach onto the stage. Iâm sure they loved that. Baloot! goes down particularly well, a perfect showcase for their post-hardcore, bouncing ADHD yet melodic sound. TheÂ equivalentÂ of being given a shot ofÂ adrenaline,Â spiked withÂ testosteroneÂ straight to theÂ testicles. The satisfying behemoth Beggar wears like a monk clocks in at over 5 minutes, an oddity in the world of Mayors. But it manages to work perfectly in the context of the gig, the last half of the song repeating the same riff over and over but slower and slower each time until it almost comes to a complete stop.
Despite having had longer relationships with cartons of milk in my refrigerator than with Mayors of Miyazaki, it remains a great shame that a band of such enthusiasm and energy has split so soon. Rest assured, all three members will have projects for the future I have been informed, something to look forward to. In the mean time, I recommend a visit over to http://www.mayorsofmiyazaki.com to download their now free, now posthumous album Buffalo! But arguably most of all Iâll miss those ridiculous song titles, how can one not laugh at Force Feeding Morrissey a Bacon Sandwich?