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For me it was The Sunburned Hand of the Man gig at Cinematheque in Brighton. I'm a bit biased as my flatmate put it on, but it was utterly, mind-shreddingly great. Cinematheque is a small independant screening room, so there was about 40 people there, max. The band were set up at our feet, and there were about 8 of them with assorted instruments & freakout weaponry. Gig started slowly, fragments of noise drifting around, eerie wailing and offbeat rhythms. It began to coalesce into a solid noise before falling apart again.
Interval. Joint smoked.
Part two. This second half was where it started to get really good. A much more insistent, rhythmic sound from the outset that grew and grew, until the whole room was throbbing. Louder and louder, shifting soundscapes that nonetheless cohered. One of them looks like Peter fonda when he was a Dude, one looks like a fatter Johnny Knoxville. One is a genial native American in pigtails. It's getting weirder and more aggressive, but in a good, fucked up way. The set continues while everyone's head is furiously nodding, hands banging knees. I want to say 'Shamanistic' but probably shouldn't. Culminates in out-and-out acid rock Freakery, while two band mambers wrestle through the rhythm section. Time prohibits them continuing, but I honestly could have listened all night.
Fan-fucking-fruity-tastic.
Then all back (band included) to a mates house for much piss-uppery and shit-talkery.
I saw a good few amazing gigs this year, and even put on a couple myself, but nothing came anywhere as close in excellence than this.
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