Caught quite off-guard, I sat and listened from a balcony to this band called Big Way Out playing (I am going to make a huge call here) some of the best renditions of rock classics I’ve ever heard. Everything they did, they nailed! From Guns N Roses’ Paradise City to System of a Down’s Toxicity. Curious to see this noise I went down and watched them at a pub called The Brewery. Their energy was infectious and they were worthy of this microcosm of late-Soundwave dwellers that surrounded them. These revelers were contented like I was to gamble that what was happening in front of us would be hard to beat, so here we stayed for awhile.
The highlight of this set and the most pertinent to a weekend of what felt like an overkill of authority was when they played Killing In The Name Of as about twenty police officers watched on from a barricade… the shoe was on the other foot as the microcosm screamed and bounced “FUCK YOU I WON’T DO WHAT YOU TELL ME, FUCK YOU I WON’T DO WHAT YOU TELL ME!!” It was musical anarchy and one of the best feelings for people who are judged on the way they dress and the music they listen to as being a threat to society.
Big Way Out brought their ‘A game’ to The Brewery, having a pre-show set at The Foo Fighters gig and then more shows over the Soundwave weekend their sweat-fuelled rock set was much appreciated.
It was highly impressive and you know why because Big Way Out wanted to fucking be there! Which is more than I can say for some of the indifferent shit I seen at Soundwave.