Bird’s Robe Records showcase, Annandale Hotel, 22/12/11

December 24, 2011

Pirate set off a controlled detonation of frenzied jazzy prog, led by groin-lubricating sax and amp-blowing guitar each prone to impersonate the other. Like the soundtrack to an M. John Harrison detective story, where a hieroglyphed body waits under neon and a cloud-covered moon. They make me want to be a barman taking travellers’ confessions in a smoky portside rum den.

Meniscus performed grand acts of cosmic rock; from a sturdy rhythm section launch pad, a frantic mix of effects pedaled into stratospheric live-mixed visuals. Like the soundtrack to a Poul Anderson space opera, where an earnestly soaring astronaut takes in the majesty and mayhem of dying and birthing stars. They make me want to be an alien sentience—an extraterrestrial or scientist—observing the evolution of life and stricken by the astrophysical sublime.

sleepmakeswaves constructed intricate instrumentals of organismic percussion and involuted guitars, with the only vocals private stage screams. Like the soundtrack to a Michael Chabon novel, where a kid’s pop culture obsession helps him negotiate the turmoils of his parents’ breakup, hypersexed college in wartime, and eventually his own students’ transitions to adulthood—as a new species of humanity. They make me want to be a kung fu guru performing high wire knife acts in a late 21st-century travelling circus as cover for my superheroic crime fighting activities.

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8 Responses to “Bird’s Robe Records showcase, Annandale Hotel, 22/12/11”


  1. Reminds me of a story I heard once about Man Or Astroman activating a Tesla coil on stage at a tiny venue in Newport, Wales.


  2. That’s exactly what it was like! Sci-fi instrumentals. Except for, you know, the spacesuits. And the plasma. Though it was near Newtown, New South Wales.


  3. Oh, and apologies to Toehider. I was eating Thai food.

  4. Tristan Haze Says:

    I take due note of your descriptive pyrotechnics, but was the music any good?


    • Sure! Otherwise I’d have written “Like the soundtrack to a Dan Brown novel…”


      • This is why I find writing about music very interesting and challenging. It invites that kind of synesthesia. There’s an aversion to analogy – especially if its to other bands – amongst some musicians because, of course, their music is an expression of their own unique genius so how dare you say all the songs sound like a drugged-up hipster dub remix of Madonna’s “Holiday”? It’s like trying to translate David Beckham or Brittney Spears into a fragrance.


      • Yeah there’s a reductionist demand in describing music – did you like it? What style was it? And as I’m learning more and more with my latest experiment, synesthesia is central to the whole experience.


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