CASSYETTE
KID BOOKIE ISLINGTON ACADEMY, LONDON
Nu gen’s prime provocateur incites a riot of joy
Cassyette puts a hex on all your exes
TINA KORHONEN
TONIGHT IS A night for misfits. It’s one of the more diverse crowds you’ll see; metalheads in battle jackets stand alongside girls whose hair and eyeliner are both reaching to the heavens, thrusting their middle fingers up and crying out “Fuck it, fuck ’em!” at the command of Tyronne Hill, aka KID BOOKIE. Continuing the set in this defiant vein, Bookie is a compelling presence on the stage from start to finish – and he certainly knows what it’s like to feel like a misfit, coming up against anti-blackness in the metal scene daily. His uniquely London take on nu metal infused with elements of grime and trap oscillates between heavy riffing, furious rapping as fast as machine-gun fire and swathes of grunge-inspired melodies, and it’s not hard to get this crowd moshing and even into a mini wall of death. The high-octane set draws from recent EP Mass Hysteria and even includes a cover of Radiohead’s Creep, dedicated to “you beautiful weirdos”, which is a rather sweet addition.