With the results of the American election hanging heavily in the air, Atlanta’s DIY punks Upchuck were always going to deliver a full-throttle, full-frontal assault of venting, brutal, and direct music.

How could it be any other way? Expressing anger, disappointment, and yet possible salvation, the backlit stage, along with dry ice, gives the air of a bubbling cauldron… an underworld of sound and light that attacks the senses and is unrelenting in its delivery.

Released on Famous Class Records, Upchuck are two albums in and start with heavyweight favourites like ‘Boss Up’ and ‘Freaks’. KT, engaging and mesmerising, marauds the stage, looking up high, middle finger saluting… looking for answers… offering solutions… Fuck Trump.

Mikey on guitar takes time to look out at the near-capacity crowd, possibly considering how different the night is compared to their last Glasgow show at The Hug and Pint in May.

Chris steps from behind the drums, strides to the front, and delivers a slice of Spanish-language ferocity. As the band reassembles, the lights drop, and the strobe lights strike. Upchuck swagger through their performance, taking the willing crowd with them. The visual and sonic impact cannot be underestimated.

KT launches herself into the audience to finish off the set with a blistering rendition of ‘Upchuck’, as the spotlight falls on her and the whirlpool she has created.

It is over all too soon. A lot of friends have been made, and Upchuck will be back.

Although not defined by their name, the raucous and physical expulsion of anger, disaffection, or frustration is very much a part of their DNA and their show, especially tonight. On another day, it may be a reflection of happiness or joy.

Tonight, they were brutal.

Tonight, they were brilliant.

UK tour supporting Amyl and the Sniffers.

Words: CECH

Pictures: Chris Hogge