It was one of those gigs where the music finishes, the band leave the stage, and you are struck dumb. You don’t know whether to go home and pass right out, or get a stiff drink, or just stand there staring into space because your mind is blown.
System didn’t have a supporting act. They were on a mission to raise awareness of genocide. Who would they invite on tour for that?
In the crowd are System fans of all flavours. Two young, soft-spoken guys from Reading have looked into the genocide as a direct result of the band. Two loud, stocky Yorkshiremen have a conversation about how Derbyshire is to Yorkshire what mushy peas are to fish and chips. They don’t sound very interested in the politics. But what unites everyone around me is our passion for the music. When I shelled out more than £100 for a reseller ticket, my colleagues were evidently doubting my sanity. So was my partner. But this band do not play often. They have split up in the past. So I did it. Now, in the crowd, everyone has paid a similar price. Everyone saw it the way I did. I’m with like-minded people here.
System take us on a journey with their music. The lights dim and before the band come on stage, we see an animation explaining the Armenian genocide, and System’s view that the lack of recognition and reparation set the tone for genocides such as the Holocaust.
The words ringing in our ears, the band sound the opening notes of Holy Mountains. This has never been one of their big hits, but it is one of their most explicit references to the genocide.
The first part of the set is a display of prowess, ripping through some of their most popular and lively hits. Chop Suey! is dropped in surprisingly early. When your fans know your music this well, there’s no need to save your flagship track until the end. Since the lyrics are in fact some of System’s least interesting, you may as well drop it when the crowd is still full of energy.
After their second video, the music takes a more reflective tone. The lighters are in the air for Aerials, and during the delicate, jangling introduction to Question!, I reflect for the first time that this band plays beautiful music. I have listened to them more times than I’ve had hot dinners, and they have evoked many things, but this is the first time I have thought of beauty.
This is a testament to the band’s musicianship. They are in fine fettle tonight: razor-sharp synchronization and driving rhythms make for fast tracks that pack a punch, if you can say that about an anti-violence tour. The end of Mr Jack is electrifying.
Older System footage contains some less than tuneful moments vocally, and part of me was worried that I would have to consciously ignore my classical training to tolerate that. But there is not the slightest whisper of an off note in Serj and Daron’s keening vocals, which soar above chunks of guitar you could use to build a mountain.
Live, their faces are every bit as expressive as their photos suggest. As Serj sings the Deer Dance lyric “service with a smile”, he pulls a sarcastic, poster boy smile – which drives home the thunderous rage that follows. The whole band even manage to evoke the meaning of Needles, urging us to throw out toxic received window and think for ourselves. You know, if you can get over the repeated yells of “Pull the tapeworm out of your ass!”
Daron stops to tune his guitar between tracks. “I tune my own guitars,” he tells us. The viola player in me is delighted. He plucks two strings: flat. “Eurgh,” he says. “Come on, say ‘Eurgh!'”
The most exhilarating thing about the crowd tonight is the utter passion evident on every last face. I mean, there was The Guy Who Knew Every Lyric. I’m pretty good on their lyrics, but they pack in a lot of lyrics. He knew them all. It makes me sad on a regular basis that this musical dedication is lacking in so many of the circles I move in.
Were they noodling between songs in a way that suggested more songwriting? Honestly, it would be hard to say. They said nothing about new material. But one thing is for sure: the moment they do, I will be right there in that pit.