The album is unpredictable; it flaunts bipolarity. The four-piece seamlessly interweave husky, raw vocals with a blanket of sinister undertones, frequently fluctuating between screamo and carefully controlled melody. It was impressive - well, sort of – but their harsh, eerie sound left me slightly on edge.
‘Origami Bird’ and ‘The Difference Between’ proved to be popular tracks from the new album, allowing Mormecha’s delicious Northern Irish vocals to tickle the taste buds of the rock-hungry crowd. Mojo Fury dance along the fine line that separates a quality vocal packed full of emotion, from a sound which suggests that they just don’t give a shit about tuning. Do they care? Should they care?! No bloody clue.
I think these issues lie mainly in their live performance, as navigating around Mojo Fury’s SoundCloud demonstrated better balance in their recorded material, contrasting with the somewhat ‘out of kilter’ sound produced at the Belgrave. I think there is untapped potential here though; Mojo Fury’s striking cover of 'House of the Rising Sun', is enough to make any listener shut up and pay close attention to what they have to offer.
The gig peaked with a rendition of ‘We Should Just Run Away’, an electronic track which traps you inside a Pac-Man machine from an 80s games arcade, with plenty of room left to mosh and maneuver.
If you do decide to check these guys out live, then be ready to participate in the their performance. Think tinnitus, not foot-tapping. The Difference Between is not an album to spectate, but one to experience. Sadly, this audience was a little too reserved; like a litter of nodding dogs they showed appreciation, but did not wholeheartedly engage with the live performance. Perhaps more audience interaction from the boys – alongside increased beer consumption - would have washed away that dreaded British inhibition?
All in all an intriguing band. But if I’m honest, the album won’t provide a stocking-filler for the Stromdale household in this festive season. If I did ever hit up a second Mojo Fury gig, then I’d do it all differently. I’d rock up inebriated and in my comfiest shoes, ready to jump and to embrace the perspiration. Fuck this boring ‘British reserve’. Neck a few pints of sweet Yorkshire ale, and get involved with the gig - anything less than a cheeky mosh would be an insult to Mojo Fury’s distinctive sound.
A talented bunch, with room for improvement with their live performance.