Review by The Rattler.
Originally posted to uk.people.gothic on December 4 2000
There's
a bit of a buzz in the Underworld tonight (oh no, the wasp puns have started
already) for this spectacular showcase event in which the leading lights of
the Wasp Factory label get together to remix each other's songs *LIVE* onstage.
*Eight* (count 'em) bands are up on the bill, so you'd be forgiven for thinking
this was perhaps an overambitious concept to pull off within a few hours in
the confines of the Camden Underworld. Maybe it would be for lesser acts, but
there's certainly strength in numbers here and the Wasp Factory "family"
pull together admirably and ensure that it's pulled off with great style.
Opening the proceedings we see a return to the stage for performance poet and
all-round cross-dressing nutter Tarantella Serpentine who is, for tonight, working
with Brighton electro-terrorists Freudstein for a truly monumental half an hour
of explosive techno mayhem. Where to begin? The first track, Tarantella's own
"Super Class One Laser Product" is an outburst of pure adrenaline,
reshaped into a far more bass-heavy, almost Chemical Brothers-esque slab of
Technoid Hell and even if most of the audience are restrained for now (it's
not even 8'o'clock yet!), the same cannot be said for those onstage. Anyone
who's seen Tarantella live will already know what to expect - a sinister menace
wrapped in "FRAGILE" tape, tonight wearing some of choker that appears
to be made of Blackpool rock and a flamboyant technicolor dreamcoat. With a
seemingly new found super-confidence (perhaps as a result of having other people
onstage with him, for a change), he contorts himself into various shapes whilst
shouting, speaking and occasionally even singing over the top of Freudstein's
techno meltdowns... and as for Freudstein? Who are these guys? And how on Earth
can they be so Goddamn *cool*? There are only two of them - the long-haired
Freud stands behind a PC, armed with various clicky/punchy things to thwap every
now and then whilst his shorter- haired companion operates some kind of keyboard/mixer
thing (excuse the technical ignorance!) at the front. I couldn't help but think
they looked like how the Chemical Brothers might do had they taken *ALL* the
wrong drugs. This aside tho, their energy is boundless - the long-haired one
especially is a joy to watch, waving his arms around like a true mentalist,
jumping about, punching the air, clearly having an absolute wail of a time.
He even does a bit of very gruff, 'evil EBM'-style vocals on one song. Oh, and
shouts a fair bit too. At random interludes. Result!
The set comprises of roughly half-and-half of Tarantella's material (which,
being familiar with it, I can vouch for how much more 'full-on' it sounds having
being remixed by the Freuds) and Freudstein's (which was all totally new to
me) but is all of an amazingly high quality. Amon Arkham pops up midway to yell
his merry way through a really energetic ATR-ish track which sees Tarantella
on the mixing/keyboard thingoe and the short-haired Freud thrashing away at
a guitar, but the real high point of the set was the final song. I'm told it's
a Freudstein number called "Mark of the Devil" and it is GODLIKE!
Not only does Tarantella get a rare chance to *SING* (and boy, can he sing!
Yes, I was surprised too!) but the music is just ... just ... impeccable! Words
fail me! It's as spooky, as colourful and as gloriously over-the-top as the
classic 70's Eurosleaze flick it takes it's name from - it's like horror-techno
for want of a better term. The synths are spine-chilling and the beats are hard
and nasty as a nine-inch splinter through the eye... and to cap it all off,
it has *structure* and a *chorus* - a soaring monster of a chorus at that! The
quality of the song coupled with the absolutely *boundless* enthusiasm coming
from all three chaps on the stage (I thought long-haired Freud's arms would
fall off if he waved them around for much longer!) ensured that they left the
stage with a bang and to some substantial applause.
Arkham Asylum are up next and have been selected to go head-to-head with Goteki
(formerly Sneaky Bat Machine). The Arkham boys come out alone to begin with
and burst into "Corporate Anthem" which sounds fairly class... well,
until the guitar breaks - oops. Even despite the technical problems, I must
say I do have a lot of time for these guys. Their guitarist manages to get a
nice, harder-edged GBOA-style sound, the vocals are a surprisingly very effective
cross between Zach de la Rocha and Pete Murphy, while keyboardist Bug, now with
far shorter hair than the last time I saw them, is even starting to *LOOK* a
bit like Alec Empire as well as constructing similarly destructive breakbeats.
Tonight they don't *explode* like the last time I saw them, but I think this
is as much as anything down to the cluttered stage which doesn't leave too much
room for their usual Red Bull fuelled leaping about. They bring the famous Dr
A (of Goteki and Arkham fame) out (and a whole room goes *swoon*!) for a run
through "Machine" that sounds, er, just like the original really -
then the other Goteki bods (Sneakybat and, er, "Crash 303" (formerly
'Evil C')) appear for a sorely under-reheased version of "Daddy".
It might've sounded better if Sneakybat had learnt the words but even putting
this aside, the sound coming from the stage is way too cluttered by this point.
I'm trying to forget what happened next but I think it's been imprinted on my
brain for life already. Yes, they covered "The Final Countdown". Yes,
the one by Europe. I said last time I saw SBM do it that it was bad karaoke
when you closed your eyes and tonight the shambolic nature of it escalated into
almost unlistenable overcrowded pandemonium. Bless their little cotton socks
for trying and, in fairness, it went down a storm on the dancefloor but for
me it did very little I'm afraid! After this one, Bug and Angel Arkham leave
the stage as Amon races through "Boneshaker" with Goteki. Probably
the only song where they've even tried to make it sound a bit different rather
than just two bands playing the same thing, Amon's vocals seem to be fed through
some kind of pitchbender/vocoder to varying effect.As he leaves, Goteki finish
the set with their new song "We Can Rebuild You" and it's exactly
what you expect. Good quality catchy space-pop very firmly in the highly tongue-in-cheek
SBM stylee you've become accustomed to. The trouble with this whole set tho
is that the best bits were at the start, when it was just Arkham Asylum and
at the end, when it was just Goteki so the purpose of the "collaboration"
(and in this case, I've gotta use the term lightly) fell totally flat. That
said, all six of them onstage at once was the closest I've ever come to seeing
"The Muppet Show" being re-enacted *live* in front of me. :)
In the bravest move of the night (besides introducing themselves as "The
Skin Engine", that is!), Lee Chaos and G Skinflower decide to open their
sets with one of the latter band's folkier numbers - just G on the guitar/backing
vox and Lee on vocals. This naturally leaves a lot of people scratching their
heads but it sounds awesome nonetheless. Their voices really go well with each
other and the song itself reminds me of Radiohead's rare good bits. The rest
of The Chaos Engine, along with R Skinflower, file out shortly afterwards and
burst into a two-bass/two-guitar version of the superb but oft-neglected early
Skinflowers song "Thrillseeker" and it sounds KILLER! It's so difficult
to pinpoint just *what* it sounds like but with ten extra strings than are normally
used, it definately gets a ballsier 'rock' vibe going which escalates into the
utterly *FURIOUS* assault of "Employee Of The Year" sounding bigger,
meaner and downright harder than *EVER* before (God, I sound like a DAZ advert
-"Now with 20% more noise!")! Lee, clearly ecstatic from the massive
'beefing up' of the Chaos Sound, is flinging himself everywhere, getting ridiculously
into it whilst G Skinflower ("He used to be such a nice boy" ;)) clearly
is enjoying his transformation into 'Rock God', which becomes more apparent
as he throws off his guitar and trades vicious lead vocals with Lee in one of
his own songs that sounds crushingly heavy and surprisingly (due to the use
of a drum machine) very rhythmic. Major credit to them for not letting the programmed
percussion get lost under a haze of guitar. I shudder to think how bruising
it would've sounded with live drums!
After a truly crushing reworking of "Purge" that sounds like Ministry
at their best and most brutal, the crowd-pleasing (and now *way* heavy) "888"
fills the dancefloor up before (unpredictable as ever) they finish with a 6
or 7 minute 'space rock' version of the Skinflowers "I Don't Need More
Money, I Need More Time" featuring THREE guitars (Lee, Kelly and G), one
bass and the amazing Dr Who-esque talents of Huw Chaos on the keyboards! Rar!
Corking stuff. It's a great song anyway with an truly astounding chorus (again,
think of the *good* parts about Radiohead without the whining) but morphed into
this monster of a rendition it sounds even better. Epic is the word I'm looking
for. Undoubtably 'The Skin Engine' are the hardest to define collaboration on
the bill tonight and this in itself is a massive compliment. There's bleeps
but there's serious rock. There's techno but there's also metal. There's unquestionably
a seriously punk attitude going on, but hang about, didn't they just play about
seven minutes worth of space rock? And wait a minute, they opened with a folk
song! Seriously top stuff all round and refreshing to see a set that leaves
me at a total loss to properly describe. As with Freudstein and Tarantella,
this seemed like a very 'natural' combination with the two bands playing well
off of each other and obviously very much enjoying putting such a different
(and always effective) spin on their songs. I think John Peel would've approved
of this, had he been there.
So the final drill through the eardrum comes in the much anticipated form of
Hydra -vs- Leechwoman. It's lunchtime the next day as I write this and I'm still
throbbing - I feel like my head is stuffed in a goldfish bowl and somebody's
pushing their finger and in and out of my brain through my ears. Having seen
both bands (who essentially comprise of *almost* the same line-up anyway) before,
I knew to expect force, to expect deafening brutality and unrestrained aggression.
But even that couldn't prepare me for what I got. It was all of the above, no
question about that, but turned up to previously unchartered heights of extremity.
Nick from Hydra handles vocals for the first few songs (all Hydra material),
standing in the middle of the stage, dancing like the angry industrial bastard
he is, shouting out agitated polemic in a way I haven't heard since the likes
of Conflict. Naturally this is all very pleasing to me in itself but what I
love about Hydra is that they take the spirit (in the purest form I've seen
for awhile) and indeed the vocal style from old-school anarchopunk stuff then
mash it up with a totally contemporary groove, backed by distorted samples used
as rhythmic noises and the incredible junk-metal percussion of the unstoppable
Rog. If you think of Test Dept at their angriest, then multiply it by 23, you're
in the right region. I can't even describe the sheer *force* of it on paper.
Even if you don't listen to the lyrics (an inspired collection of politicised
soundbites/slogans), you only need to hear a few seconds of Nick in action to
know he's sorely pissed off about *SOMETHING*.
There aren't many bands that could do justice to such supreme agitation, but
Leechwoman, a band for whom "melody" is a dirty word, create an gloriously
*UGLY* sonic assault that sounds more like a blood-soaked tribal riot in your
skull than anything remotely musical.
When it comes to their own material (occasionally helped with backing shouts
by Nick), Leechwoman turn far sludgier, like early Godflesh at times, but way
more rhythmic - anyone who's ever seen them before will already be aware of
the incredible tribal pounding that they're capable of. When they get to "Section
13" and start letting rip with the most unbearably loud bursts of static/distortion,
intermixed with tortured screams ("ALL MY LIFE! BURIED HATE!") and
Rog pounding seven kinds of shit out of a dustbin, people are covering their
ears and leaving for the bar in droves, fearing for their safety! Some angle-grinding
and flying sparks later and they bring out Lee and Huw Chaos to pound into an
oil drum with BIG FUCKING STICKS (rarr!) while Alex Leechwoman and Nick Hydra
trade screams of "LIES!!!" at each other. It's not long before Alex
is pulling strings off his bass and throwing himself around the floor, screaming
wild-eyed at anyone who hasn't run away. The vocal repetition (essentially just
"LIES!!!!!!") is made ever more punishing by the fact that each time
he screams, there seems to be more echo and reverb forming on his voice, building
up to what no longer seems like a human sound, more just one horrifyingly ugly
and downright shit-your-pants-frightening noise.
The part that hurts the most is the silence between this and the encore. Boyd
Rice, who once claimed that the ringing in the audience's ears is an integral
part of the gig, would've been proud as even tho there was *nothing* coming
from the stage, the 'silence' *hurt*. The tension (and indeed terror) that mounted
as the band returned to the stage and stood in silence for about 30 seconds
was remarkable. They eventually break it (with sledgehammer subtlty) and finish
with "Tool" which is about the closest Leechwoman are ever likely
to get to an 'anthem' and the reaction from people I spoke to afterwards seemed
to range from "wow!" to "ow!" both of which are very valid
adjectives when it comes to describing this collaboration. Downright brilliant
by my mileage tho, there's no doubt about that. For a relentlessly primal expression
of unadulterated, remorseless brutality in it's purest form you can get no more
in-your-face than this.
All in all then, the gig was a raging success IMHO. It's great to see bands
who *are* willing to experiment like this, try something a little different
and even better to see them actually pull it off. Also the diversity of the
acts involved was a fantastic reminder (as if the brilliant "Working With
Children and Animals" compilation CD, for which of course this gig was
the 'launch party', wasn't enough) that Wasp Factory, although currently still
in it's fledgling stages, is a label to be reckoned with, well-stocked with
bands who are clearly unafraid to be truly 'different' and indeed groundbreaking
in possibly the most derivative era of music we've ever known.
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