flyer design by ken cheung and dan le sac
So we’ve gone and booked CLARK, for a night of oddness at plug n play. We’re now 1 month away from this, the hugest of gigs, so I thought it wise to provide the world with alittle rundown of the assorted noise coming along with him.
Lupus Sparks…
First up is Lupus Sparks, both vetran and newcomer to Reading’s tepid music scene. Lupus having been a founding member of the bonfire episode (catchy pop thang with potential but not quite enough to set them apart form the rest), has moved on to smaller, odder, better things. Think, if you can remember that far back, of brit-pop super group Denim with the same pop sensibility, but without the sillyness. His sound isn’t strictly my bag, twee and me dont always get on, but I am really excited to see what he does live so it should be a, i hesitate to use the word, quirky way to start the evening. Next…
chrisopher D ashley, the campcore….
Another on man band, another synth, another half-hour of oddness, chrisopher D ashley, usually a purveyor of dull dark electro when he DJ’s becomes something wholey more exciting when he plays live, although still in the realms of his beloved dark electro, he manages to take melodic cues from AFX but still take his rythmn lessons from SIEG UBER DIE SONNE, fine elctronic giggery-pokery to say the least. Moving on…
dan le sac VS Scroobius Pip, Scroobius is not a teacher or suicide bomber as it would appear.
Now, as with my last post, I cannot get sucked into the position of reviewing my own band, and again it wouldn’t be right to give my somewhat biased opinion (we are fucking awesome though), what I will do though is give you a link to musiclikedirt’s review of us at the Fly Bar last month, look out for the quote ““Angles” becomes a great rumbling behemoth of a tune, dark and brooding, but utterly danceable…” its a doozy. Then next…
monno, with that added ‘n’ goodness…
So monno, from what i’ve heard there like the mixed seed of throbbing gristle, suicide, and maybe even wolf eyes. They have this substantial, abstract, furious sound but without that loud for loudsake that you get from bands of their ilk. They’ve supported Isis, Martin Rev (suicide), Lightning Bolt and a fuck load more besides. The bit i’ve nearly failed to mention is their use of the saxomophone, generally played through a fucking massive guitar, and not often sounding like a saxomophone anymore. Then we move to…
Nathan Fake mit camera, Vincent Oliver mit fine ass
I dont need to tell you about Nathan Fake, just watch the Motorola Pebl advert and listen to the lushness, just imagine fine electronica rolled together with sub-sigur ros prog-rock then swollowed and shat out by a boy from norfolk. And finally….
Clark, I’ve seen him once at a squatty little place in Reading (which i’m playing at in December, check uncle paul’s toilet rave for details) and he was awesome, but with the arrival of the new album, Body Riddle, i’ve become a ball of sweaty excitement about the prospect of hearing him live again. The possibility that he might bring his new drummer sends me spoony, and even without it’s gonna be dope. The new album is nothing short a impecable, his sound makes constant nods and winks to Boards of Canada, Aphex Twin, Fourtet without soundlike cheating, bits of This Heat and Giorgio Moroder sit amongst the gritty breaks and detuned melodies. In short Body Riddle is the first album this year I haven’t considered wacking on my ipod then selling on ebay.
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