Cloth

Drenched in a wash of electric blue, the duo stood poised yet inward, as if channelling something beyond themselves. The stage setup was stripped-back but deliberate, minimalist lighting, modular panels on the wall, and just enough glow to silhouette their focused expressions. The intensity in Rachels face reflected the mood of the entire set, hypnotic, precise, and deeply emotive. Watching Cloth’s sound translated live with stunning clarity, angular yet smooth, meditative yet pulsing with tension. There was a kind of quiet authority in the way they played, each riff and rhythm tightly woven, never overplayed. The use of space, sonic and physical, was masterful. At times, they let the silence hum as loud as the distortion. It created moments that felt as if the room was holding its breath with them.