A night of Shame at The Windmill

Within the depths of Brixton there is a hidden gem that is The Windmill, in which a quintet of 18 year olds, Shame, stick a middle finger up to those who say "grunge is dead" with their performance full of rage, riffs and rebellion. Despite the fact the group haven't even finished college yet their performance track history is pretty impressive: having already supported the increasingly popular Fat White Family to up coming events with YAK (and much more). Not yet signed, the band have self-released two demos on SoundCloud and it's clear that they have received sensational feedback from moshing crowds and fans who attempt to learn the lyrics on the night. Their performance at The Windmill with bands Sleaze, Haydn and The Normals, and Night Games, followed suit. 

The saying 'never judge a book' is important to keep in mind on arrival to The Windmill. The venue itself is tucked away and from the outside could be mistaken for anything but a pub. However, once inside its treasure trove factor instantaneously becomes clear. What with its walls smothered in psychedelic paintings, the bar draped in stickers and a garden lit by fairy lights it's easy to see how beloved and full of memories the pub is. Having already performed in The Windmill before, Shame seemingly have some notoriety within the venue; with many of the crowd coming to support the band, as well as VIP guests Chilli Jesson and Lias Saoudi.

Shame.

    (courtesy of Salvatore Lanzarone)

Despite running a little late, the band set the stage with haste and were on within minutes. As the band began their set a crowd surrounded the stage with a mosh pit at its core. What with songs to "make you groove", lyrics to inspire anarchy, and riffs you'd expect to hear from such classic bands as The Cramps and The A-bones, it's no surprise they put on a show where the speaker nearly collapsed and the guitarist was electrocuted. Regardless of the technical difficulties the band powered through, performing their demos Repo Man and Furry Freaks, as well as new music, which got the Lias-Saoudi-head-bang seal of approval.

By the end of the performance the crowd had grown in chaos and size, the lead singer was shirtless, and smell of sweat and beer lingered in the air. With all this in mind, as well as hearing snippets of other bands, its fair to say the night was thoroughly enjoyable and anything but shameful.

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