It was a night of two halves at Dead Wax when the circus of freaks, Nameless opened the mosh upstairs and local legend MeMe Detroit stood her ground in the courtyard area, an occasion requiring an absurd amount of dexterity and delicate footwork on my part as I navigated these choppy waters, which is the Dead Wax staircase.
With no pulse to be reckoned with, I installed myself front and centre as per the instructions of singer Jordan Dredful Ebanks, whose impressive gear change from traffic noise to floor noise, bringing any road rage to the stage, was very welcome, this is what professionalism looks like, the awareness of your position as an artist, against the backdrop of real life obstacles and obstructions, it can be easy to let those problems irritate you and throw you off your game. Like good little soldiers, we were ready for a right royal hoedown throwdown.
The ‘Devil in Us’ wreaks havoc as the night takes hold, we consider our options as the band consign new material into our already fragile souls, we respond with our committal and our allegiance to the innominate among us.
News of the new album makes for an exciting time ahead, we continue to shuffle, shudder and shapeshift through whatever mindless mayhem comes our way. Musically we live in a time when monotony and mediocrity should be relegated to the dustbin and we make way for new talent, it is inexcusable, to keep meandering and mithering.
As we hurtle towards the year end, we welcome the season to ‘Pacify and Reason’ and maybe in ‘Another Life’ we can live without hate, without hindrance and without hurt.
A night of heaven sent tunes to illuminate the darkest recesses of our collective anatomy, signalling a joint enterprise of cathartic carnage, we bring love, light, laughter and life to all.
At a time when Akira stops seething, names will be bestowed upon the nameless. When will that auspicious day be? Only The Righteous know.
Azra Pathan
Nameless – 6th November 2026, Dead Wax Digbeth, Birmingham.