Stroud’s premier grunge-punks Milk Teeth deserve every single drop of hype they’re generating with exhilarating performance

If all gigs were judged on how they ended, than Stroud’s premier grunge-punks Milk Teeth’s headline jaunt at Birmingham’s Rainbow Venues last Saturday would have been deemed an embarrassment as a 15-year old girl clambered up on stage seconds after the headliners rocketed off stage to beg the almost-packed venue to aid her in finding her vape – the very same vape she walked around the venue with minutes later proclaiming her life was once again at equilibrium.

Of course, not all gigs are judged on their ending, and so if one was to forget the unfortunate gig-ruining vape-hunt that took place at the end of the night, one could easily say that Milk Teeth really are the vile children they claim to be, both in their debut record of the same name and their current headline tour, also of the same name. Fresh off the back of a six-week tour of the States with Turnover, Citizen, and Sorority Noise, Milk Teeth had a hell of a lot to prove coming in to this home isle headliner – were they worth the hype?

From the moment they clamber on stage, from the moment fresh-faced guitarist Billy Hutton beckons the crowd to tighten up, come forward, and get moving, from the moment they break into singles Brainfood and Brickwork with the ferocity of a forest fire, any doubt that this band aren’t worth the radio plays, the award nominations, the magazine coverage on a weekly basis are silenced in mere seconds.

Stepping into the boots of the former commander-in-chief of the Milk Teeth ship, Josh Bannister, new guitarist Billy Hutton breaks the bands boundaries bringing their levels of crowd interaction into previously unexplored zones, forever igniting clapping, swaying, dancing, stage-diving, and the odd tightening up or two of the somewhat spacious crowd. It’s one thing to pack a punch with a punnet of tunes, but it’s another to score the knockout with a barrel of interaction too.

Saying that, vocalist, bassist, and front-woman Becky Blomfield speaks solely from the heart tonight, delivering a speech on Mental Health that is almost as inspiring as the work ethic herself and her bandmates have on stage. Delivering not only a killer speech, but a killer set of songs, it’s clear to see that they’ve been honing their sound in the live arena as much as they can.

Older classics such as Melon Blade go hand-in-hand with some of their debut album Vile Child’s deeper cuts such as Crows Feet and Moon Wanderer, whilst the mellow Kabuki packs as much a punch as their fan-favourite classic Swear Jar. A venue-shaking double-bill of Sad Sack cuts No Fun and Vitamins end the night on such a high that you’d be forgiven for feeling as if everyone in the whole room is on their very own cloud nine’s, soaking in a stage-divers euphoric sweat-laden heaven.

The only fault in an almost faultless set is the stiffness of the crowd who seem more interested in watching paint dry than dancing along to what is one of the finest sets Birmingham has seen in a while, with only a handful of select fans firing on all cylinders down at the front. It is even more upsetting to comprehend that the crowd really took off in the closing moments of the show with mosh-pits, stage-dives, and venue-wide jumping – the kind of reaction Milk Teeth deserved from the opening moments.

Vape or no vape, embarrassing ending or no embarrassing ending, Stroud’s premier grunge-punks Milk Teeth deserve every single drop of hype they’re generating, whether its on-record, on-tour, or online.

This Milk Teeth article was written by Jack Press, a GIGsoup contributor. Photo credit : raijaynehearse