Last October, Bardo Pond played Manchester Albert Hall, alongside Liars, and Godspeed You! Black Emperor. They were originally going to be performing at an all day noise rock festival ‘Transformer 2’, but it got downsized to just these three bands, with only Godspeed getting the full set treatment. Bardo Pond had around thirty minutes to get their drone on, which wasn’t enough, by the time they whipped out the flute and got going it was over. No swamps for me, they never had time to fill.
Fast forward to June 2018 and Bardo Pond played the UK once more, the Brudenell Social Club no less. I booked a hotel, hopped on a train to Leeds, then proceeded straight to the show for two whole hours of beautiful wonderful noise. And this time, no feelings were left unfulfilled. You can’t rush them with this.
After support act The Pale White offered up their blend of bland, cause for concern was there, I could feel it surging inside me. If the big support act sounded like they derived their sound from watching too many television adverts featuring hip songs, how would We Are Scientists play out? I tend to make a rule of ignoring the support acts if I’m either indifferent or disgusted by them, but when a Uni lads army was going absolutely nuts next to me, stomping their feet and mashing my boots, I didn’t feel so good about the main act being much different. That one song on Burnout Revenge was pretty decent though…
When Parquet Courts made the big time by signing onto a kind of major, Rough Trade, we got Human Performance, a soft safe ride into the limelight, also featuring a song about dust. The days of wild ramblings and Content Nausea seemed to be over, and it worked for them as the next time I saw them live the crowd had suddenly got wilder and younger.
But perhaps that was just a transitional period for the band, as now they’re totally, completely wide awake. Awaaaaake! Continue reading →
Significant gaps between album releases are often cause for concern. It’s been ten years since The Breeders put out Mountain Battles, and a lot of bands have had similar gaps between releases, gaps which lead to new music coming out lost and confused. Like, say, the Pixies. Yikes.
The Flaming Lips are doing a bit of a sort through of their old material this year. A new Greatest Hits collection has just been put out, a compilation of their early albums, 1986-1990, will soon follow, and before all that they chucked this onto store shelves, a compilation of pre-album material, just for you. Yes, you, you, but maybe not you. Depends how far punk you’re willing to go… Continue reading →
Another year, another Melvins release. It’s like having a second sludgier Christmas.
This year’s gimmick is to have two bass players on the album, with the second player being Jeff Pinkus of Butthole Surfers. Whilst it might be hard for untrained ears to feel two basses going at it on the record, having Pinkus all over it gives us that beloved Butthole flavour. Mmm. Continue reading →