Go Fiasco at the Liverpool Loves Festival 2015. Photograph by Ian D. Hall.
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10
The rule book keeps being ripped up with the earnest glee of David taking on Goliath at a game of conkers whilst using a brown painted cannon ball to press home the advantage. For Go Fiasco, every time they step on stage the boundless energy creeps up a notch, the measure of the musicianship becomes harder to ignore and the quickening pace of their wonderfully insistent songs gathers momentum and charm, for Go Fiasco, they are a living embodiment of why Liverpool has fallen very much in love with its young bands willing to pull out all the stops to make the 21st Century a new music utopia.
Go Fiasco not only know how to endear themselves to a crowd, one being baked and sizzled as the sun smiled on the Pier Head as part of the Liverpool Loves Festival but they do it with the ability to crush preconception completely out of the frame and with a sense of style and simmering anger befitting the Mod/Rock scene of the mid 1960s.
As their opening song, Rendezvous, suggests, to be back in the company of this very thrilling young band is to have the feeling of being hugged with warmth and sincerity and the excitement of waiting for a powder keg to blow…it doesn’t take long for either to take place.
The warmth of the afterglow, the devastation of an explosion but finding an untouched rose in amongst the debris, this is the power of Go Fiasco’s energy, the power of commitment and authority.
With the songs Sofia, Helpless, Heaven and Master Plan all giving off radiating heat and sublime attraction, Go Fiasco stuck resolutely to the task at hand and as the cheers from the standing audience boomed out louder than the call to passengers boarding the Razzle Dazzle Ferry just a few yards away, the inclusion of the band into the day’s events was more than entirely justified, it was vindicated and necessary.
No matter how many times you see Go Fiasco, there is always something new, something pyrotechnic and explosive that burns under the surface, it is an explosion that grips with delight.
Ian D. Hall