Most inventive new band in Britain?

February 19, 2009 at 2:21 pm (Gigs) (, , , , , )

Step forward Late of the Pier.

The front bar at the Concorde is roughly two-deep by the time we arrive, and with a mere ten minute wait to get cloak-room, things seem a bit quiet. A little too quiet as a friend of mine remarks. Having braved a wall of pent up adolescent fury, hair and neon when Does It Offend You, Yeah? came to call a couple of months ago, I was prepared for something of an all out teenage war fuelled by a combination of snakebite and hype. Yet things seem vaguely calm in here, civilised even.

On closer inspection it appears that the support have started, and, judging by the crowd that has amassed for Micachu, the hype machine is working at full force. Either that or it’s simply the overflow from the girl’s toilet queue which is already reaching fairly ridiculous proportions.

Having read a bit about Micachu in preparation, I decide to catch what turns out to be the majority of her set and try to ascertain if much of the media attention (‘pioneering pop!’ – The Guardian, ‘a genuinely eye-opening experience‘ – Drowned in Sound, ‘utter dross’ – guy next to me) is really justified.

Micachu (and some of her 'shapes')

In short, it’s pretty hard to tell. The fact that most of those around me spent more time trying to work out the gender of said artist rather than attempting to make some sense out of the messy, mangled keyboard glitches, minimised percussion and sudden bursts of staccato shouting that make up most of the short songs on display here tells you one of two things. a) Micachu’s incredible outfits and over the top stage presence make such conversations an inevitable side attraction that frequently overshadows her music. Or b) Her songs are not really grabbing anyone’s attention, and they’re getting bored. Sadly the answer is b. This is a shame because the waves of sound coming from the stage are certainly interesting enough to warrant further inspection, and although some of it may sound overly spiky and abrasive (the term ‘quirky’ has been bandied around quite a bit, but on this showing it would seem to under sell her a bit), there is a simplicity about much of it that betrays a pure pop undercurrent.

So while some of the kids at the front are getting into the shouty bits and flailing around like demented Catherine wheels, the majority of the crowd look on in fairly bemused silence and prepare themselves for something they can sing along to.

This arrives reasonably promptly, and the front room is a closely packed, massively haired, and already fairly damp hive of excitement as Late of the Pier stride on. We have positioned ourselves to within striking distance of the stage, but after a brief rising wall of keyboard drone, the opening bars of ‘Space And the Woods’ kicks in and…. well, not too much actually. Far from the mad rush towards their (relatively) moderately dressed heroes, the crowd seem almost unprepared. Maybe they were expecting a bit more foreplay, or maybe they were still doing their hair in that ridiculous toilet queue, but it doesn’t take long before bodies are being hurled like missiles across the small gaps in the crowd.

Things quickly pick up with fan favourites ‘Heartbeat’ and ‘Broken’ getting an early airing and the mass of bodies responding with suitably frenetic dance moves/random shoving. However, some of the very best moments come when the band have settled a bit and, flush with confidence from the predictable adoration that greats the catchier numbers, start to venture into more varied territory.

Late Of The Pier

What separates Late of the Pier from many of the bands they’ve (incorrectly) been grouped with is that while many of the nu-rave facets are on display (heavy synths riffs, electronic noodling , outlandish wardrobes), many of their songs display a depth and ambition to explore different genres that is not found in their peers. Tellingly, these traits are now evident live, with tracks like ‘The Bears Are Coming’ now sounding more rounded and confident, buoyed by repeated performances on the road. Indeed the way in which the menacing warped carnival theme of ‘VW’ is tempered by the soft chimes that herald its euphoric breakdown has the crowd swaying, arms aloft in almost spiritual reverence. Similarly, tracks that sounded almost throwaway on the early Zarcorp demo’ such as ‘Random Firl’ are showing the benefit of the guiding hand of Erol Alkan. The choppy riff and 8bit chimed melody of the original feel smoother and fuller when set against a pure Beatles-esque ‘behind the clouds’ refrain that envelops the song in a dreamy, almost wistful haze.

The presence of a new song, as yet untitled hints at further development. While it’s often pretty hard to get a good feel of new material when played live, the addition of two guest vocalists to ‘sing like little girls’ hints at a continued desire to for the band to expand their horizons, while the sheer verve of attempting about seven different time signatures inside four minutes (and getting the whole cacophony to finish on a pin prick) shows admirable ambition. A more straightforward mass-sing-and-pogo-along to a rapacious ‘Focker’ whips the crowd up once more, before the opening squelches of show closer ‘Bathroom Gurgle’ kick in. The tri-part behemoth has been a live favourite since the bands early shows, and serves as a perfect example of why Late of the Pier are one of the most exiting bands around at the moment. Starting as a fairly simple, and actually quite dour Numan-esque bit of electro, the track suddenly loses all restraint and throws itself open to a spot of prog histrionics. It then somehow segues into a brash floor filler that sounds like Jack White doing the Timewarp, before veering back to falsetto harmonies and crashing guitars for the finale. And all in the space of 4 and a half minutes.

It’s a brilliant condensation of everything the band do well, and gives amble demonstration of why, on a night when the mammoths of mediocrity are slugging it out over Brit awards in London, Late of the Pier are producing something that deserves to blow them all out of the water.

Review now up on Brighton Magazine.co.uk

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