Suu often sounds like some high gloss mid-eighties record – the sort of Art of Noise mash up, albeit that bit weirder, more in tune with the whacked out world of the Residents; a high gloss chart-bound Residents.
A magical dark folk record that’s certainly worth your time, especially if you are feeling meditative.
It’s this feeling of elegant, Bohemian chamber pop; the sound of suede and crushed velvet and absinthe in the afternoon.
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Two Magpies slips and slides all over the place; check out the disorientating rhythms on the title track – it’s like an elfin, modern take on Ruth White’s Flowers of Evil.
Now, normally I have a real issue with listening to bands that look like lad bands. They pop up as if freshly baked off a conveyor belt. Imagine; every day, different trainers. Bleugh.
One minute bone splintering noise, the next a Spanish loon wearing boxing gloves miming to Beyoncé.
No, it seems that Mecano (Un-Ltd) have come back from lord only know where, with a sort of Bismarckian determination to ensure that they are remembered, and put back on the cultural map.
Some people came in from the main hall to catch Karadreuffe. Why, I don’t know. Maybe they thought their deodorant & Lush product scene was also happening in the café… well more fool they!
What to expect from the mighty Ayisoba? We’d seen him having a fag outside whilst leaning on a ruddy great stick with an animal head on it, so we thought “nope this won’t be your average meat and two veg gig”.
And this record, it was very… tense, very… because I didn’t wanna give it away.