MONDAY 21st NOV 2005
MELT BANANA
HUNTING LODGE
BIG JOAN
SODDING WOLF'S HEAD
@ the Joiners , St. Mary's St., Southampton
Doors: 7:30pm - 4 band bill (early start)
Tickets - 9 pounds advance www.seetickets.com, Southampton Guildhall Box Office and Essential Records
••• MELT BANANA •••
Not content merely to be the rulers of start stop noisecore, Tokyo's Melt-Banana have demonstrated that they are also the rulers of everything else played in the context of noisecore. Their sound is "No wave gone gonzo". Guitars that sound like ray-guns and unique piercing rapid fire female vocals. DNA leaves the galaxy...reconfigured, energised, set ablaze and shot back to the listener through some sonic particle accelerator.
The band is now made up of three core members: Agata (guitar), Yako (voice) & Rika (bass), with a rotating selection of drummers. Previous artists lending their talents to the cardiac and propulsive rhythm section of the band include, Sudo (Thermo), Ohshima (Satanic Hell Slaughter), Natsume (Multiplex), Dave Witte (Burnt By The Sun/ Dischordant Axis)...
SOUND.JP suggest that in trying to picture the Melt Banana sound you should:
"Imagine John Zorn/Painkiller without a saxophone, using punk rather than jazz as a basis and being Japanese." and we dont think they're far off the mark.
They have played with Merzbow as Merz-Banana and with John Zorn as Cobra Melt Banana, toured extensively throughout Japan, the USA and Europe, played international festivals and have also been one of the few lucky bands in the world to have ever played live (more than once!) from Maida Vale for John Peel's BBC R1 Sessions.
••• HUNTING LODGE •••
Hunting Lodge make music at the point where the boredom has long since abated, the point where a kind of manic joy sets in, the dull chorus of 700 computer fans and phone operatives becomes giddily thrilling, and your every gesture becomes exaggerated and hilarious. In their ecstatic celebration of Nothing, Hunting Lodge salvage the pawnshop gold of Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Boredoms, and King Crimson, infuse it in vats of piss and come away with base metal. Repetitive churning dirges framed by drunken skiffle, giddy house rhythms and inept free-form freakouts are clamped around lyrics about Whitby, a wizard and seagulls trapped in bins.
••• BIG JOAN •••
Monstrous, squelching, gut-wrenching, low end bass explosion - akin to the end result of a night on the Guinness, senna, Ex-Lax and prunes. Big Joan are the chain smoking, darkly eccentric Aunt that collects tin-foil and razor blades, smells of cheap cologne, and comes on to you at Christmas after she’s drunk all of the cooking sherry. Adam plays the guitar, spikily. Onstage, he has the scowl of a freshly buggered borstal boy. Sometimes he smiles and jumps up and down, before remembering where he is. His guitar makes you feel like you’re being tattooed on your eyeballs. Their songs sometimes have moments that remind you of something beautiful you never quite got hold of, and never will.
••• SODDING WOLF'S HEAD •••
Southampton locals worship at the altar of Black Sabbath's riff-cock. With Slintesque parts. Featuring a new 4-piece lineup with added heavy. Wimps and posers - there's the door ------------>
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