Sunday 22nd Sept - Fag Studios, Bristol
This place is great, catacomby, underworldly... Punters cramming into the tiny cellar performance area... watching the stage through peoples legs, or huddling against damp walls. Sadly missed a few of the early acts, but fortunately caught Malcolm Julian Swan in mid-flow... a bizarre Billy Brag of surreality with a skewed sartorial wit and lamby face mask... Bent over, reciting from his hand held prose... staggering round the sodium soup of his rich imaginings... oozing comedic truths aplenty, poking the corpse of nostalgia with fresh paintwork... minimal backing from an auton-like bassist in the alcove shadows. Inspired, inspiring and so mind stirringly simple. Can't recommend his recent zamzam tape enough... "Ignore that thing in the corner", he muttered... "that thing in the corner... the TV?... no your grandmother"... Genius!
Next up Salope (I'm told means French for bitch), a newish project from Gareth of Big Naturals fame, demonstrated quite a swerve in direction from those usual ear tearings. A bassy, dronic soup of electrics and 21st century cello rubs. The generated canker full of Coil machinings and warbling debris, drone candy moving into loop locked goodness, a head-hunter beat over-wrought in wavering cello seraphs...
The Scabied claws Joined by Wire were welding were great... trebly shimmers of guitar threading on through the debris in a gilded flying saucer attack vibe, wrapping round the pickup echoes and mouth-washed ulcers. Strange porpoise-like gurgles and wharfing sub-currents in an unholy rumbling. The whole caboodle sounding like the collapsing bell towers of Sunday churches interspersed with whirling drills...
Blackhoods were exceptional... burning a post rock vibe and more so. Standard loop metronomics given a meaty redux... Loop feverings like jack hammering typewriters, overlaid into some really nice dark currents and guitar/bass interactions...Labraford curves and beautiful rhythmic thunders... locking horns whilst still oozing plenty of unusual flavours... getting joyfully over laboured and additively danceable.
Thinking back now I really wished I'd stayed around for Mark Wagner and the Microdeform finale...
This place is great, catacomby, underworldly... Punters cramming into the tiny cellar performance area... watching the stage through peoples legs, or huddling against damp walls. Sadly missed a few of the early acts, but fortunately caught Malcolm Julian Swan in mid-flow... a bizarre Billy Brag of surreality with a skewed sartorial wit and lamby face mask... Bent over, reciting from his hand held prose... staggering round the sodium soup of his rich imaginings... oozing comedic truths aplenty, poking the corpse of nostalgia with fresh paintwork... minimal backing from an auton-like bassist in the alcove shadows. Inspired, inspiring and so mind stirringly simple. Can't recommend his recent zamzam tape enough... "Ignore that thing in the corner", he muttered... "that thing in the corner... the TV?... no your grandmother"... Genius!
Next up Salope (I'm told means French for bitch), a newish project from Gareth of Big Naturals fame, demonstrated quite a swerve in direction from those usual ear tearings. A bassy, dronic soup of electrics and 21st century cello rubs. The generated canker full of Coil machinings and warbling debris, drone candy moving into loop locked goodness, a head-hunter beat over-wrought in wavering cello seraphs...
The Scabied claws Joined by Wire were welding were great... trebly shimmers of guitar threading on through the debris in a gilded flying saucer attack vibe, wrapping round the pickup echoes and mouth-washed ulcers. Strange porpoise-like gurgles and wharfing sub-currents in an unholy rumbling. The whole caboodle sounding like the collapsing bell towers of Sunday churches interspersed with whirling drills...
Blackhoods were exceptional... burning a post rock vibe and more so. Standard loop metronomics given a meaty redux... Loop feverings like jack hammering typewriters, overlaid into some really nice dark currents and guitar/bass interactions...Labraford curves and beautiful rhythmic thunders... locking horns whilst still oozing plenty of unusual flavours... getting joyfully over laboured and additively danceable.
Thinking back now I really wished I'd stayed around for Mark Wagner and the Microdeform finale...
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