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Noon Garden @ Bermondsey Social Club (Live Review)



Dedicated to Gareth Pugh


 It’s a darker than usual, and even chillier than usual, evening. I’m arriving, not only on the wrong side of the river, but the wrong side of the tracks. Mainly, under the tracks. I’m loitering by the entrance of the Bercial watching Scout (@Scout4Ever) soundcheck. No one seems to mind my presence, or even notice it for that matter, which I take as a silent compliment. Am I supposed to be here? The perfect crime. I actually am on this occasion. I’m meeting up with Charles Prest, by night known as Noon Garden, and on other nights also known as a founding member of Flamingods. I will in about 25 minutes, to his face no less, call the band Flaming-Gods, because I am socially illiterate and have the reading comprehension of a six-year-old. 


Charles rolls up with Josefine, Los Bitchos’ (@LosBitchos) bassist, who’ll be plucking bass at Charles’ gig tonight. I lunge (and inadvertently trip) from out of the shadows, half yelling ‘CHARLES!’, which he takes surprisingly in stride, turning to face me, asking how my day’s been. He’s as disarming as he is amiable. We walk through the hanger and out towards the garden, but not before stopping at the bar to grab a couple of suds, we’d need them as our five-minute chat turned to nearly a half an hour of pleasant chatter. I won’t bore you with the specifics here, I’ll do that later with the interview. 


Just after eight, Scout, a small three-piece roll up and pump out rich sounds off stage. The moody synth pop trio weave a rich, unhurried set, and really bring it together with ‘Never Fade’ as their finale. Ziyad Al-Samman, formerly of Blackby and full time Frank Zappa impersonator, unveils his new solo project, ejaculating dance moves and ballads onto an unsuspecting crowd below him. Everyone seems to be having a very nice time of it indeed. Between sets, 75% of Los Bitchos churned out some pretty sweet jams, including but not limited to, the latest by Deerhoof, of which I most heartily approve. 


By this point, the former train arches are filled (by the looks of it beyond capacity) including everyone who’d come in from Over the Garden Wall to catch Noon Garden’s final show of the year. A tropical storm, both in terms of music and attire, was about to wash over the audience. There’s a lot to unpack on stage and I’m a little irritated that I have to do so if I’m being honest. I’ve got to stay focused and objective. The crowd, unrestrained by such obligation, have all started hurling their bags and coats at the front of the stage and dancing. Reluctantly, perhaps not the best choice of vocabulary, I turned my attention back on stage. It was held there by the subtle metallic twangs of an Oud being plucked, or a feverish scale slipping over the Korg by the hidden tiger. Charles is absolutely murdering a wah pedal by the way, I’m also picking up a thick dollop of math rock and other influenced elements of groups like Animal Collective and Battles coming through. Everyone can see and feel Josefine’s bops coming through the bass, while the drummer, in a loud blazer/shirt combo, relentlessly attacks the high-hat with equally loud zest. It all feels like a studio session that’s had the fourth wall drop. The set rounds off with Sarah of Los Bitchos yelling, churning the air with a clenched fist from the DJ booth.


This gig felt different from most. I hesitate to use words like energy and vibes because their recent appropriation in the parlance of our times has nearly rendered them meaningless. Perhaps it had to do with the location, the people (T.R.C. crew) or a combination of the two. Regardless of the reason it’s my opinion, both from the one-to-one session with Charles and then group therapy with the crowds, that you’ll find yourself in an enjoyable, safe space, and with music that you’ll be able to engage with hassle and ego free. Although this was Noon Garden’s last show, fear not, he’ll be back in the New Year. In February, he’ll be releasing his first full length album and touring with Los Bitchos as support on their UK/EU tour. By the time your dry January’s through, you’ll be ready to whet your appetite on these fine chops.


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Black Marble and Discovery Zone @ The MOTH (Live Review)



I wake suddenly, soaking, from a vivid dream where a giant ice-cream cone is holding me by the legs and licking two fun-filled scoops of Captain Stavros to death, only to realize it’s just Poppy, the miniature Dachshund I’m looking after, licking my face. I must’ve passed out on the couch again after a rousing bout of tug of war. A minute later my alarm goes off, doors at the MOTH in 15 minutes. It's our first time back under the golden speckled dazzling Christmas ornament arches in over a year, and fuck ya, if it doesn’t feel good to be getting festive again. Missed this place.


20:45 Discovery Zone (@DicoveryZ0ne) takes to the veiled stage. An unassuming human who could just as easily be sitting in the train car, across from you even, destination unknown. Maybe they’re ordering a coffee in front of you, or perhaps even walking out the Tesco shooting a quick smile of acknowledgment your way, DZ is a ubiquitous person of interest but when they’re on-stage, attention is attributed rather than demanded. Their set starts off with ‘Dance II’, a cover, followed by ‘Nu Moon’, ‘Blissful Morning Dream Interpretation Melody’ and by track four, ‘Remote Control’ the audience had gone quite mad. Discovery Zone’s sound comes together with elements of Computer Love meets a remake of the Heathers soundtrack driving wildly out of control into Chromeo, in the ‘80s, on a theremin. Don’t ask questions, feel for a pulse (it’s there and then some, especially when DZ’s cutting shapes on and off stage throughout their set!), call for emergency services, take some pictures, and slowly slip into the night knowing the sounds and images can never be unseen and you’ve been forever changed. We were lucky to enough to be treated to a TON of new material too, you’re in for a treat. Never skip the opening act, kids.


21:30 Black Marble (@BlackMarbleNYC) take the stage. Soundcheck took forever and a day. 21:45, Black Marble actually take the stage. Worth the wait? I dunno, I can’t hear your over the ROARING BASS, liquidous aquatics of the keys and strings, such weavery would put Daisy Taugelchee to shame. We’re definitely getting a Wild Nothing vibe here and, to be fair, both shows were sold out and both played to packed audiences. Not only that but, both Jack and Chris have a similar band structure of revolving members. Fast and loose is the key to their success but it’s anything but sloppy.


Everyone and everything on the stage is sooooo New York and looks the part, nonchalant-chalantness at its best. Sure, with short cuffed trousers, high Adidas socks and matching trainers, it’s norm core on steroids, but the music is sound and all is forgiven. Although Black Marble might look like a bunch of suburban dads, I don't care because those vibes are easy to shake off. Visual stigma aside, you’re going to enjoy the clean sounding wavy tunes, the crowd certainly did. They’re up in arms, literally, claps everywhere the 'woooooooo' factor is defo there.


Slinking out after some crowd negotiations, I miss the encore on my way to the less than crowded loo, who’s having a midlife crisis off-stage now? Out the door I run into Tigercub’s drummer James Allix looking like a cool AF Billy Idol in his heyday. He tells me about an ‘80s ballad night he’s waiting to check out after the gig and I talk about B.M.’s bassist slapping like there’s no tomorrow the whole way through, haunting me like the riff off ‘Bela Lugosi’s Dead’. He smiles and listens politely like only someone stuck waiting in a queue can.

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Odonis Odonis, Phog Lounge, Windsor, Ontario (Live Review)


Why weren't you there, huh? Yes, I know Phog Lounge has a 75-person capacity and its space is limited, but honestly, you really should have been there.  We've all been waiting for live shows and this was one not to miss, but it looks like you did. I feel so, so sorry for you.

Odonis Odonis (Toronto) made their Windsor debut performance with an intense, two-person, darkwave, industrial danceable light show. Distorted synths on top of the triggered drum loops, felt like a vertical blanket of sound. The type of sonic wall we have been longing for all through the pandemic.  I spoke with one local, Freddy, who said it was his and his brother's first live show in 2 years. I was fortunate enough to listen to the band's latest release (Spectrums) beforehand, so at least I knew what to expect. Freddy and his brother's virgin ears were walking into Phog on Friday night deaf and blind. And if Odonis Odonis' set was any indication of success, Freddy was still down in front dancing out, pint in hand, exposing himself to that sonic ferocity and singer, Dean Tzenos' meanderings through the standing crowd.

You really should have been there.

My friend Anderson and I were chatting with Shawn, the show's organizer of Happy Little Crowd Productions (@happylittlecrowd), when Dean approached us. I offered Dean a handshake with a "hey man, that was beautiful". He smiled with approval and agreement, “Thanks! That was fun”.

And you know, yeah, it was fun. Even as aggressive as the music is, it's totally enjoyable. Not for everyone, but for those who "get it", they'll feel it, love it, and will reap the rewards of spectating.
The recent round of shows the pair have are going without a drummer, who recently succumbed to a back injury, leaving him unable to tour and perform. This left some adjustments to their set which was noticeable for having a couple false starts.

Dean's cohort, Denholm, approached our circle and felt the same as Dean on their performance.
"If we're traveling this way, we always play Detroit. But their crowds are so hit-and-miss with us."
WHAT!? DETROIT!? What the hell is wrong with you, Detroit? You would think given Detroit's long-standing history with house and electronic music, that Odonis Odonis would be well received consistently there.  Detroit, just like their Red Wings, lost out that night. But speaking for Windsor, the crowd was very receptive, to which Dean spoke for duo, "we're definitely coming back in the new year".

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Alex Henry Foster at St Luke’s, Glasgow



Alex Henry Foster supports The Pineapple Thief with a short, 30-minute set which represents his return to touring after lockdown. Alex Henry Foster was in the middle of a tour supporting …Trail of the Dead when lock-down arrived in 2020 and thankfully, he has lost none of the stage presence or enthusiasm for live performance in the hiatus. Foster has a captivating delivery in the almost spoken-word passages within his songs. He gesticulates and growls like a pulpit-chewing priest. His emotions reflect the music which soars and pulses taking the audience on the musical-equivalent of a cinematic, emotional journey through some grand natural landscape.


Alex Henry Foster and his band The Long Shadows perform in post-rock orchestra-like style. As well as guitars, the band has two drum kits, keyboards and an occasional clarinet accompaniment arrayed behind Foster who nods and gestures to them from behind a music stand. They open with guitars being bowed in ‘Ouverture’ and ‘Slow Pace of the Winds’. Both of these songs are unreleased as yet. These serve as a starter before the main course which is a twenty-minute version of ‘The Hunter (By the Seaside Window)’.


Foster prefers a longer song format for its ability to wrap the audience in the sonic environment that the band creates. It creates the space for an immersive experience which offers more chance to create connection. Here, this long song has the feel of a tale of loss told around a warm fire on a winter’s evening. With its pulsing rhythm, it has a dreamy quality punctuated with passages of raw emotion. The song evokes nature as a sublime power beyond human control. It is reminiscent of the ocean which can ripple quietly or pound mercilessly.


Foster’s vocal delivery is often melancholic but not depressing. The guitars strum and screech. The drums roll and pound. The effect is enveloping and entrancing. There is no doubt about the atmosphere built by this performance which ends as a soft exhalation. Foster has communed with the audience, and they respond with rousing applause.


There is good news at the end of the gig as Foster tells a delighted audience that he and the band are back in on tour in the UK and Europe in Summer, 2022 but this time as headliners. This will give them the chance to play more of these longer songs and to sequence a playlist for a full set.







Nubiyan Twist at Oval Space (Live Review)



Time is a funny thing. Too far in one direction, a thing is lost to it, obscured by what came before it. Too much too soon, a thing gets lost in it, but where’s the sweet spot? The fine balance, like a knife with a full tang evenly weighted between handle and blade, is like an artist with great timing; they cut through the noise. It’s a razors edge.


Nubiyan Twist returned to London, after a two-year involuntary hiatus, last Friday to celebrate the release of their latest album, Freedom Fables, which came out in February. Blending the familiar sounds of jazz, hip-hop, afrobeat, latin, soul, reggae and dance music, this powerful and genre defying 10-piece (plus guest singer) will give you a run for your money. There is one catch though, so will the supporting acts with fewer members.


Py Jaen, a five-piece, and Colectiva, a nine-piece, equally blew the audience away for a whole two and a half hours before Nubiyan Twist, with their unique music, too much too soon. The bands, which both sounded like cover bands of the headliner, stole the impact the headliner would’ve had, had they been on sooner or, at the very least, had varying support acts. Speaking of, ‘it’s so good to be back after two years’ is the new ‘LONDON, HOW YA’LL DOING?!’, it’s getting old, fast. Switch it up. Introduce the band perhaps?


Sorry, listen, the band’s got ‘brass’ (literally three, seemingly identical, sax players on at the same time), their transitions are seamless and it’s a cohesive well-rehearsed troupe. On a less crowded night, with different support acts, and an audience that wasn’t so pissed up and overly shove-y by the time they took the stage, it would be a more than agreeable experience. I left after two songs. Oval Space is a great venue, Nubiyan Twist and their support acts are all great acts but in this case the timing was just off.


The Allegory of the Gig – Featuring Black Country New Road (Opus Prime)




Last night we had the opportunity to tune in and stream BC,NR's set out of London's Southbank Centre. The 7 piece played to a live and global audience in a sparsely lit, and even sparser filled, theater. The audience which I assumed were a few lucky friends and family (and maybe they were) soon surprise us. Standing up we learn they're paired with wireless mics joining BC,NR's chorus of voices fleshing out the end of Track X, the 6th in the set much like the doo doo doos in Lou Reed's Take a Walk on the Wild Side. Flagged by 3 screens juxtaposed with seemingly non-relevant Americana imagery while projections spill out and over the walls draping the theater in muted light and moving imagery. The hour long set oscillates out and over the Southbank, across the Thames, through London and broadcasts itself out over the ether and onto our screens. A memorable and delightful evening in.

It's very difficult, for me, to sum up BC,NR (you can't just call a group 'post-punk' like the promotional blurb, everything made in the last 30 years is in fact that). It's not the first time I've seen them play and still I feel like they're a group better heard than described. I was caught off guard, pleasantly, at Rockaway Beach 2020 (billed as the first, and unbeknownst to us all, the last festival of the year). BC,NR is an eclectic group of talented musicians that seemingly take no discernible cues from one another when playing culminating in a sea of rogue waves that still manage break upon the shores, that is their audience, in pitch perfect unison.

Although they may look young don't let their appearances fool you, their talent and music is no fluke and lurks Mariana deep. Mark's Theme which open's their set with contemporary sax and keys soon teases in the rest of the instrumentals. Ironically enough this leads to the second track of the night, Instrumentals. These arrangements remind me of 77 year old farther of Etho-Jazz Mulatu Astatke's Etho-Jazz album Ethiopiques which is a favorite of mine and probably why I enjoyed it so much. It's a feverish collection of sounds that seemingly on the surface clash through frantic keys and percussion reined in and woven together seamlessly by brass and bass forming a rich tapestry of sounds. Each of their songs keeps you on your toes and perhaps even slightly off-balanced, like a man with crooked teeth laughing and smiling with his mouth wide open, to borrow a line from Murakami.

The set continues in this manner of musical Jenga full of tension and suspense. I find myself rocking my head back and forth as their performance spills out to and over me from my giant screen through noise canceling headphones alone in my flat with a chilled glass to hand of neat 13 year old scotch, which I refill at my leisure without any small talk distracting me from the music. Isaac Woods (Guitar/Vocals), a young Cillian Murphy doppelganger, is an old soul whose singing style is as melodic as it is unpredictable, truly a dark poet. Although lyrics for track 4's Science Fair are a seemingly the base of an unconventional love song one can't help to wonder if elements like burning, bubbles and methane gas go deeper than that. The intensity in his performance, and the band as a whole, goes from a gripped lot of strained neck cables bulging while shouting out “black country new road!” (don't you love when they use the title of the movie in the movie?) to hushed and lulling tones of “losing myself in the light of the tv” as I too was in the process of doing so rounding the bend into track 5, Sunglasses, one of my favourites in their set thus far.

As I let the music wash over me throughout their set I reach Opus which is, and remains, my favourite part of the show and album. It's a song whose icy fingers claw their way up your clammy back forcing you up and out into the light splashed shadowy alleys of Djemma el Fna Square chasing you relentlessly up and down between the open air night market stalls before slamming you full force into a row of duplicitous looking vendors. The tempo dips a bit just before the 2 minute mark, the equivalent to taking a sharp bend into dark and trash strewn alley, a break in the chase. Looking over your shoulder you're afforded a respite, you've lost them, only to discover the track is 8 minutes long and you're far from out the other end. And in fact, just under a minute later, your veins are pumping battery acid as the song takes off again, on and off and on and off in sprints. Perhaps the most haunting visions are of the sax-ual overtones which chase after me like insidious apparitions. The crown jewel of the set. The performance finishes up with with track 8 and 9, Bread Song and Basketball Shoes respectively of which the audience/chorus chimes in again, the house lights come on and the set concludes a bit abruptly just shy of an hour. Was it worth it, was it even a gig?

If you're unfamiliar with Plato's allegory of the cave here's the nickle tour. You think something is reality, you're then shown what reality actually is (it's blinding like BC,NR live), then you're chucked back into non-reality with a bunch of people that have never seen it and don't believe or care about anything you have might have to say about it (think a shadow puppet show, like BC,NR streamed). I've seen BC,NR live, does a stream do it justice? Short answer, no. You're conventional gig has a couple of support acts and a headliner on a good night this takes up the better part of 3 hours. Not only do you see your faves live, up close and personally with DNA spraying everywhere if you get in early enough, you also get to feel the music blast through you. The gig streamed over YouTube in low-quality, there didn't seem to be any camera blocking and the sound was hollow. I watched on an upper mid-range 4K set up, not on my phone or laptop, and was thoroughly disappointed/At a tenner a pop I would've rather come home with the bottom of my shoes sticky from the Shack. I couldn't choose better quality and it looked like a bad copy of a VHS tape, that's been copied twice before (see screenshots via our gram). The Pros? I could replay it (but why bother after that description?) and I could use the voucher from the ticket sale to get 10% off the new album which I personally highly recommend. The Cons, if I'd paid I'd feel ripped off by the gimmicky normcore of it all. The sound, picture quality and choreography on reels and stories across all socials comes off slicker than this did. It's a poor substitute for the real thing, like rations. Personally I'd save my squids (not a typo) and either buy the album or wait to see them live with a few other great up and comers. Hopefully, we won't have to wait too much longer, if we do however, Southbank should up their game.



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