Moments before the newly-renamed Camden Assembly descends into a glorious chaos, a London crowd eagerly await Nova Twins’ sonic fusion of grime, hip-hop and punk to aurally fuck them up. Before too long, they get what they’ve been waiting for in the form of set-opener ‘Moodswings’. The audience mosh to the charged timbre as the ground thumps beneath with each fearless flick of Georgia South’s bass.
The ferocity continues as by the group’s third song, a member of the crowd can be seen crawling onstage, as lead singer Amy Love grinds her silver chain between her teeth.
As to be expected from Nova Twins, there’s nothing half-hearted about this set. The energy is high from the get-go and stays that way for the remainder of the show; there’s no comedowns in sight. A few songs in, and Love announces, “Ladies, this one’s for you!”, as the riffs from ‘Thelma and Louise’ lurch from the venue’s sound system. Nova Twins use the stage space like it is made for them; they move with each syncopated rhythm and each seismic guitar lick and exert an explosive energy that seeps into the crowd; it’s liberating for everyone involved.
As the set progresses, Love continues to lure us in with her maniacal gaze and the crazed theatricals of the set correlate with the chaotic bite of songs such as ‘Baseline B*tch’ and ‘Move’; Nova Twins clearly know how to satiate a hungry crowd.
Love and South both don pieces from their own punk-infused label ‘BAD STITCHES’, which immediately catches the eye. Scarlet velvet, black and silver patchwork paired with statement fishnets are complimented ceremoniously by items from the gig’s sponsors, Underground England – and they put them to good use. South stamps the shit out of her pedals with some Original Wulfrun Creepers, whilst Love is crowned with the Tartan Patch Red Beret like the Queen she is; passion, however, is their biggest fashion statement. And the punchy abrasiveness of the sounds these South Londoners generate is something to behold.
With crowd-surfers galore, interstellar guitar riffs in abundance and bass booms that clutch you in a merciless grasp from which you never want to escape, the raucousness of closing song ‘Wave’ sees Nova Twins bring it like their lives depend on it; delivering vital vitriol, and not being afraid to blast the roof off whilst doing so.
WORDS: ALICIA CARPENTER
PHOTOS: ALICIA CARPENTER AND FRANCESCA BLAKEBURN