Lower Than Atlantis aren’t a gimmick band. Constant tour schedules, festival appearances, song releases… they’re not pretending to break up only to reappear again, they’re not taking three years away to then tease out a new single. They’re always on the radar and don’t exhaust their existence, proven by an ability to always draw in a crowd. Tonight’s show in Reading is now exception.
With only two publicly released songs, festival appearances and this tour under their belt, The Faim’s next moves as a band are make and break for them. The attention they’ve drawn from social media shout outs and Radio 1 air time is evident from the already receptive crowd. People are as attentive and generous as they can be, given the majority of their set is unfamiliar to everyone, but with catchy pop tunes aplenty, their set is strong enough that their infectious hooks will become earworms for months to come.
Reading certainly got the memo that Boston Manor were in town. As people see the band set up, feet start shuffling toward the stage; murmurs getting louder with each step taken. What appears to draw their crowd in is their objective likeable demeanour; energetic, justly demanding, and humble. This combination results in circle pits to Burn You Up, singalongs to Forget Me Not and arm waves to Laika. Boston Manor more than proved their worth in those 30 minutes, simply creating a strong case that it’s time for them to headline venues this size.
Having been on tour for the past month, Lower Than Atlantis’ entrance onto the stage is surprising. Rather than lacklustre and bored, it’s triumphant, energetic, like it’s the first tour date on a fresh new album cycle – it’s refreshing to be immediately engaged with such positivity.
It’s clear that the band are aiming to please tonight with a setlist filled with every type of crowd participation possible. Get Over It initiates huge singalongs with deafening wo-oahs while the crashing cymbals are instigators for the jumps during English Kids In America; jumps so close to aggressive that beers are tipping out of glasses from force alone. Though the later songs in their career are considerably more family-friendly, the mosh-pit, crowd surfing and wall of death inducing songs, Beech Like a Tree and Love Someone Else, are thrown in, not just to satisfy loyal long-term fans, but to spark that rowdiness so waiting to happen within guys with testosterone oozing out of them.
After a quick speech involving their longevity as a band and jokes their mums wouldn’t be proud of, the Watford four-piece play Far Q, a track dating back to their humble beginnings. Though singer, Mike Duce’s screams don’t hold up as well as they did 11 years ago, the general feel of the song still fits seamlessly with the rest of the set, showing a timelessness to their song writing skills.
Throughout, Lower Than Atlantis are unapologetically themselves and it works in their favour; the on stage banter, the somewhat yob-like behaviour (they downed pints out of a welly…), an uncontrollable lads lads lads attitude. It’s a stage presence that resonates with the majority but is so beyond comprehension to some that it’s received as hilarious.
One of the band’s USPs is their laid back attitude and the relatability this brings. Sure, people like to see artists simply having a fun time, but actually, to the listeners with particularly sharp ears, there are subtle nods to maximum effort put in from the boys. The tracks vary from the album play, with extra drum fills, guitar trills, and lyric variations, all put into place to really bring a uniqueness to the live experience. They’ve made a verbal promise to one day headline “that small festival download the road”, and this tour is simply practice for the guaranteed day that this will happen.