Words: Jim F / Photos: Huw Williams / Jim F
After working taxing six-hour Sunday (yes, Sunday) that left me drained and irritable, the prospect of attending a gig seemed daunting. Yet, the allure of Melin Melyn performing at Leeds’ Brudenell Social Club was irresistible; had it been any other band, I might have opted for an early night.
The Brudenell was packed and warm, a testament to the anticipation surrounding the evening’s lineup. KuleeAngee, a duo hailing from Scotland, took the stage first. Their unique blend of what I can only describe as ‘Nu-baggy’—if such a genre exists—featured singalong choruses with synths and winding guitars along with sections hefty 808 synths and drum machine beats reminiscent of acid house. Their infectious energy resonated with the crowd, setting an upbeat tone for the night.
Then came Melin Melyn, the six-piece ensemble known for their sparkling Welsh take on psychedelic pop. Their performance was a masterclass in balance—tight and precise when necessary, yet effortlessly loose and improvisational at times. The setlist showcased tracks from their new album, ‘The Mill on the Hill,’ interspersed with carefully selected singles and fan favorites. But attending a Melin Melyn concert is more than just experiencing music; it’s immersing oneself in a theatrical show.
Dressed as the ‘merry millers’ from their album narrative, the band wove a whimsical tale: mining songs from their metaphorical mill while battling an oppressive landlord intent on eviction. This storyline unfolded throughout the performance, complete with eviction notices dramatically served mid-set and a heroic intervention by the ‘Mayor of Melin.’ The seamless blend of humor, pathos, and surreal storytelling made the audience feel like part of an exclusive club—Melin Melyn’s gang.
As I stepped out into the crisp Sunday night, a fellow concertgoer’s remark echoed my sentiments: “I’d never seen them before, and I don’t really understand it, but I’ll be there wherever they play that’s getable for me from now on.” The evening had transformed my fatigue into exhilaration, reaffirming that some experiences are well worth the effort.
