The Fallout Trust

Native Bristolians The Fallout Trust look at odds with the world, pitched starkly on The Social’s miniature pedestal stage. Lead singer Joe Winter, in his monochrome braces and workers vest is a black and white photo of abject isolation. In the half-full venue a sorrowful air looms from ceiling like a foreboding termination.

Yet it’s the sorrow and trepidation within which the bands’ electro-indie daubing frames itself, defiant with engaging resistance. Like the shy boy in class exposing his true depths of talent in a rare outburst, set opener ‘When We Are Gone’ is the body of Bright Eyes’ ‘Digital Ash In A Digital Urn’, reared on the cold concrete streets of hard-done by European communities. It is thumping, direct and absolutely wonderful, successfully juxtaposing a subtlety of emotion with an immediateness that makes you desperate to hear more.

The show’s low turn out seems unfair, or ignorant on the part of those who didn’t turn up. The Fallout Trust are modest and introvert, but so early in their careers they’ve hit a stride with a handful of superb, yet so far overlooked songs. ‘Where There’s No Cold To Feel’ could be a forgotten track off OK Computer, whilst ‘Cover Up The Man’ is jittery amalgam of indie-pop sensibility and abstract fear, bridging the gap between what’s in front of you and the sinister entity that lurks behind it.

New single ‘Washout’ is the boisterous would-be chart botherer it could be if it so craved, but as it is stands satisfied with the few who happen upon it. In a world where validity is determined on how loud you can shout it, it’s good to see a band forget the hype and let the music do the talking.

FUTURE GIGS

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