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PostModernVancouver from gorgeous Vancouver, Canada on 2001-10-11 13:17 [#00040220] | |||||||||
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Heres a really rare review for you all NME October 12-1996 AMOUR THE MERRIER UNDERWORLD/APHEX TWIN At Big Love. Otmoor Park, Oxforshire "We should have been here months ago when the summer was just a wee baby, not brave-gale force winds and downpour as we struggle from tent to tent. Not that anyone's been put off as the, er, 'field-full' signs are out, and everyone of the Love's sizeable tents are full. No sell out , no chill-out seems to be the message and there's no let-up to the intensity anywhere. Something that APHEX TWIN, who's slogged around more then his fair share of equally 'mental' affairs in tents before he threw in the live towel three years ago, can appreciate. So we get just a precious few moments of warning-a huge, timestretched voice breathing "A....Phex"from the bowels of hell-and then its headling into the inferno, jungle drums scrapping with digital torture and unnervingly bittersweet melodies. Chaos ensues for a matter of minutes until he finally appears on the huge video screens behind the stage, lying flat and prostrate, fiddling with a miniscule smattering of metal boxes. People start pushing to the front to catch a glimpse while the music-so new, naturally, that it's not even on his next LP.. 'Richard D.James', continues to torch all that's come before it in terms of ingenuity and downright head-singeing punk power, even if we're still doubting he'll be able to pull off such a resolutely unvisual feast. But something happens by the time he reaches "Laughable Butane Bulb' , and it's a gobsmacker of immense proportions. Three female body builders wearing miniscule bikinis and Cheshire cat grins enter to huge roars and begin flexing their muscles while Aphex continues, apparently oblivious. It's a freakshow for sure, but it's a thoroughly fitting accompaniment to the develish majik belching out of the speakers. It's a divisive, disturbing and thoroughly punk rock display that UNDERWORLD , for all their Zeitgeist-catching lager-than-lifery, could never hope to match. From the moment go they're treated like conquering heroes and, by cleverly dropping a euphoric snatch of 'Born Slippy' into their opening montage of fierce techno thuggery, tighten their grip on any stragglers too. On paper, Underworld have a lot going for them-they're strikingly unpretentious, they deliver exactly what's required of them ( ridiculous metallic banging without respite)-and yet in the flesh, with every last metal-bashing second of their hour-plus set arriving so predictably you could set Big Ben by it, they're about as appealing as a naked mud wrestling session with Norman Lemont. Like Oasis, they're a reliable rallying point while all around them head for more challenging , futuristic waters. So gather round, enjoy the thrill of sticking you arms in the air at precisely the same time as 8000 other people and yelling "Lager, lager, lager", despite the fact you havent had a drop all night, and feel reassured. Dont feel worried that, give or take a few words and clangs here and there, there's nothing much between 'Dark and Long','Born Slippy', all of 'Second Toughest In The Enfants' and indeed anything they play tonight." |
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