Listening to Majesty, the third album by psychedelic masterminds Flamingods, it’s apparent that the quintet are the perfect band to headline The Joiners’ Club Psychedelia night. Their exotic grooves and broad range of instrumentation is enough to enrapture even the most unenthusiastic of punters, and coupled with the intimate nature of The Joiners, the potential for a truly memorable night is soon realised.

Support act Frankie Knight kicks things off in smooth fashion, balancing each melodramatic croon with contrary hushed seduction. The vocals work in tandem with slick basslines that rumble beneath layers of intricate synths and samples, producing a vast palette of sounds and textures that simmer in the air around the venue. Unfortunately for Knight, the old cliché of ‘style over substance’ is apparent; for all the luxurious indulgence that emanates from the stage, the lack of structure in her songs means that Knight has to wrestle to gain the audience’s attention.

By the time Flamingods inconspicuously begin their set, the room feels spacious, the crowd disappointingly sparse. If this phases the band, however, they don’t make it obvious. Opening up with the ethereal ‘Majesty’, the band continue to explore many moods (and instruments) throughout the night. ‘Jungle Birds’ provides a lush psychedelic soundscape with its soft guitar chords and gentle percussion, while ‘Rhama’ induces the audience into a trance with an eastern-based drone reverberating through the quietly-filling room.

Each member frantically runs around the stage after every song in an almost comical fashion, exchanging instruments in preparation for the next aural odyssey. As the set progresses, the songs get more beat-heavy and energetic; ‘Taboo Grooves’ glimmers and gleams with its sunny melodies, and the mind-frazzling percussive assault that is ‘Gojira’ whips the audience into a frenzy. This melting pot of pure energy and reckless abandon culminates in the final song, ‘Mountain Man’, which sees vocalist Kamal Rasool leap into the crowd and repeatedly scream “You’re all fucking beautiful” over the top of a triumphant synth melody. It’s this act of passionate emotion that perfectly caps off a night of good vibrations.


Words by Lewis Edwards

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