Mircodeform, Vena Cava, Sylvester Anfang II

9th August 2012 - The Croft Bristol



Regrettably missed most of Microdeforms set... the beauty of what was witnessed making me more irksome of the fact... that melodic machine spill was top notch... Gorgeous ambient landscapes puckered in slithers of distressed candy... those kernels of soporific beat pulled out of shape gently curved around the semi transparents...







Vena Cava had a bit of a nervous start, teases of buried vocals gathered up into quite a storm... Loved those howling wolf bass noises ... that juggernaut of a last track was a head mountain of a climb... asian guitar scuttling across the bass line meat and slamming drums of their new drummer... decaying in on some prime pedal switcheroo, cooing out on an ocean of frayed tinfoil and twisty canker... really glad to have them back...









The Anfang boys were plying tabla, bongos and pumped harmonium amongst the usual drumkit and guitars.... A mellow start, similar to this recent Belgium fallout... re-kindling the cosmik comedowns of Between / Popol Vuh surfing a malleable mind metal that just lapped in your ear holes... later gathering up in a transportation of guitar angles and tambourine spillage... the glistening slip and central rhythm holding the differing knits of intrigue... everyone swapping over instruments..... the violin burring... was that Ignatz shadow lingering?... vibes that had me floor crashing in that hot hot front room, sucking at the explorations... limp antennas for arms...





Chatting outside we attract the attention of this liquid eyed hobo all whistling and twisting fingers forks as Charlie and Chris have a beer fight in the distance... Mr. Olivetti wondering if he was cursing us for our empty pockets as those voodoo fingers of his rotated round our faces... his tape loop head resetting ' you can't give want you haven't got...' cap in hand wanting us to fill it with shrapnel.... looks at me with a slowly creeping smile that kind of freaks me, ...you remind me of that Inxs bloke he goes... I recoil in horror of being compared to... Mr. Hutchence... aaarrrgghhhhh... 'don't take offence' he adds, but seriously how couldn't you not?!...



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