Tag Archive: 2011

After the trippiness of Roll the Dice I went to see The Junior Boys at the centre stage. I had a neck massage while listening to them and it really helped to get me back down to earth. I kinda undid all the good work by going into see Omar Souleyman. The place was jumping to a relentless drum pulse and Souleyman worked the crowd up into a frenzy. Bloody brilliant.

Factory Floor are another band I’ve seen before but this time they were feckin’ brutal. There was no let up as you were pounded with gallumphing drum patterns and unforgiving sour acid burps. Nik Kolk’s disembodied moans and sighs added to the disorientation. It was pretty full on – I was bouncing away when there was a commotion behind me. People were grimacing and their appeared to be a soiled pair of long johns or diapers on the floor. Oh and a strong smell of faeces. Classy.

Once Factory Floor finished I was too. I shambled back to my pit and started decompression back to reality.


I regret making the decision to ditch my video camera. AT this stage in the festival there was a great party atmosphere. I was feeling relaxed and buzzing off the music from the last three days. I’d had some mild visual synaesthesia while watching Nissenenmondai the night before but I wasn’t expecting what happened when I went to see Roll the Dice.
They were two Swedes hunched over a modular synth set up. They played behind a gauzy back cloth which had images and shadows projected over it. I’d say there music is more hypnotic than danceable but I found myself swaying to it as it built up to a climax. The music was slow moving and eerie. Before long I started to feel little electric shocks coursing through my muscles. I found myself being really drawn into the music and felt my heart pounding as tingling waves rippled up my legs into my chest. If I was religious I would have said I had a spiritual experience. Someone asked me if I was ok cuz I guess I must of looked like I was tripping out, fair enough I probably was in a very altered state. I found it really difficult to verbalise just how awesome the music was I probably came across as some acid casualty. Needless to say this was my highlight of the festival – apologies to anyone who was weirded out by the sight of a middle aged beardy bloke apparently off his tits on something illegal.
I don’t have any footage of Roll The Dice from that night but here’s a clip from another show to give you an idea of what they are like.

(edit: I thought I would play RTD’s last record in the car as I went out for a drive. That was a big mistake. When “way out” came on I started feeling body waves again, my heart felt like it was going to jump out of my mouth and I felt weirdly euphoric. I definitely need to be careful playing this in the car.)

I had a very late start to the day so missed some of the earlier acts. First one I saw was Orchestra of Spheres. They shambled on wearing a variety of LED adorned headwear and commenced a tribal freakout. I really enjoyed it but my colleague Spooky Fruit though I was having an EAR PWR moment. (He has a theory that as a music festival progresses, my musical faculties disintegrate, the proof of this is my stated enjoyment of EAR PWR at Animal Collective’s ATP). For the record I think OOTS were good, here’s a short clip so you can see for yourself.

We left early to catch Sun Ra Arkestra. It’s not really fair for me to comment on them as I have a strong aversion to jazz, needless to say it didn’t flick my switch. We had a short break before seeing Roll The Dice and that’s when things started to go really strange.

Day 2 Part 2 : Freaky Dancing

I saw the Psychic Paramount next and they played a swirly psychedelic blues fug. Bitch Magnet were moody and unsettling but the highlight of the night was Underground Resistance. Apologies for the crappy footage but I was bouncing up and down to Mirage, personal favourite of mine. Techno Techno Techno 🙂

Due to us having to spend the first couple of hours tring to sort out our accommodation, we missed Les Savy Fav opening the event. They were due to play again at the end of the night so we were not too worried. The first band we saw was Total Control. They reminded me a little bit of Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. I only saw the first 3 songs as we wanted to see The Budos Band.

Total Control

Earlier we were speeding down the M5 listening to the Budos Band III on the stereo and their 70’s afro funk wigouts makes excellent driving music. Live they were an assorted bunch of New York hairies funkin’ the joint up. They blasted out a fantastic brew of rude parping brass, sinous bass, Hammond and relentless percussion. Excellent stuff, I hope I get a chance to see them again.

The Budos Band

Future Islands were next on the list. They consisted of a synth player, a bass player (Who looked like Guy Garvey with a ‘tash) and a singer with a very distinctive voice and performance style. He would grimace, mime pulling his face off, beating his chest and throwing himself around in anguish. Voice wise he sounds a little like Vic Reeves’s Club Singer. I guess he has a marmite effect on people. I loved it but I saw a few people shaking their heads. I would rather watch an emotional and impassioned performance like Future Islands’s than another glum techie nodding behind a laptop screen. Anyhow, here’s some clips of them pulling their still beating hearts out 🙂

Future Islands

After that we tried to see Holy Fuck but the queues were a bit off putting, so we ended the night with Les Savy Fav’s show………

I’ve just returned from the latest Nightmare Before Christmas ATP event and I have to say that it was the best one I’ve been to so far.

I was a bit worried that it wouldn’t go ahead as the Jeff Mangum event which was scheduled for the weekend before was cancelled. There is an interview with David Yow on emusic.com where he says that ATP had made a loss at the I’ll Be Your Mirror event and were advised by their accountants to postpone the event till March. It would be a shame if ATP winds up bankrupt, there really is no festival like it. If you’ve not been then go! goddamit. Tickets are still available for the March event.

Les Savy Fav, Battles and Caribou curated a night each and this led to a varied mix of music. Maybe I was lucky in the bands I chose to see but there was no filler and all put in good performaces. I’m pretty sure I spotted William Bennet of Cut Hands and Whitehouse at some of the shows.

Unfortunately the curse of Butlin’s ever diminishing standard of accommodation  struck again. After a long drive to Minehead we got to our room to discover a tiny box room with one [supposedly] double bed. However, after getting no help from the Butlin’s staff the very nice ATP staff upgraded our room to a four berth apartment with a kitchen.

I will post up some video clips as the day goes on but apologies in advance, they are a bit ropey, partly because I was trying to dance and film at the same time. Also by day three I was very very “refreshed” so in the end couldn’t be arsed to try and film and just danced like a chimp with an itchy arse.



William Bennett and Cut Hands

I had a little bit of a late start for Sunday’s Supersonic. I went to the Q and A session with William Bennett talking about Cut Hands and his contribution to Vice Magazine’s Guide to Liberia. I admire William Bennett for his singular vision and the fact that he does not try and mollify his critic’s unease at most of Whitehouse’s content. William was charming, erudite and intelligent and his talk served as a tasty appetizer for his set. He invited questions from the audience. One chap asked a question along the lines of “Up until the last few years you have been persona non grata among the music press, why do you think they are now coming around to your work?”- WB – “Because.” You don’t get more succinct than that I guess. The Cut Hands music melded well with the documentary subject matter, there is a palpable sense of powerful horror suffusing the music, I find it unsettling but energising at the same time.
Later on Senor Bennett played a short set in the Old Library venue. It was a laptop performance, although DJ Bennett threw in some nifty twirls and finger dancing. He played a few tracks from the Cut Hands lp plus some (very good) new material. The furious percussion and shredding noise delivered a powerful gut punch and the accompanying visuals of spectacularly foam flecked deleriants induced a hypnotic head space. Highly recommended if you get a chance to see this live.

Klaus Kinski

Oh my giddy aunt. Klaus Kinski were insane. A band seemingly composed of gurning mentalists, they knocked out crude, pounding anarchy. My mate was knocked flying by a guitarist leaping into the crowd. The lead singer jogged around in a distressing tight and frayed pair of shorts. At one point he clambered up the lighting rig and looked as though he was going to drop down on us. Sheer brilliance but an unplanned mosh basically depleted my energy cells and I crawled into a taxi and headed for the duvet.

Seeing Lucky Dragons was one of my highlights of the day. Rather than playing the stage, they set up in the middle of the audience. We were encouraged to join in by shifting patterned sheets with lines on. The resulting patterns appeared to affect the tone and sequence of the music. There was a nice vibe to strangers getting together and becoming a part of the music.


Antilles were the two guys from Berg Sans Nipple, plus one other. Whereas Berg Sans Nipple were loose and mellow, Antilles had harder, more primal rhythms and there were some harsher, noisier elements. Very good.