John Foxx, Steve
D’Agostino and Karborn:
Evidence of Time Travel/Paul Prudence: Cyclotone II
BFI Southbank,
London - 21 November 2014
"It
was suggestive of time as a permeable membrane, with events from the
future creating seismic ripples that penetrate into our present"
Both these performances were arranged as part of the BFI’s Days of Awe
and Wonder science fiction season, and were a bit of an unknown quality
as far as I was concerned (which I suppose was apt given the
speculative nature of science fiction).
I had never heard of Paul
Prudence, and indeed it was the UK debut of
this material. Consisting mainly of minimalist electronic pulses with
occasional flurries of drum sounds, it had a nice menacing sub-bass
quality, but palled after a few minutes. The visuals, although
undoubtedly very pretty and pin sharp (and as far as I could tell
controlled by a program that reacted to the sound) were again not that
exciting, looking like nothing more than a computer generated schematic
of the Death Star. The music (and visuals) got a bit more involved
towards the end, but by
that point it was too late to recapture my interest.
![[Paul Prudence live]](prudence20141.jpg)
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![[John Foxx, Steve D'Agostino, Karborn: Evidence Of Time Travel]](JFoxx20144.jpg)
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Photos [L-R]: Paul Prudence - Cyclotone II, Evidence Of Time Travel
The whole thing struck me as something that would have made a very good
title/opening credits sequence (and soundtrack) for a dystopian
science fiction film, and would have been much better at that kind of
length. Not for me I’m afraid.
After a short intermission, John
Foxx walked onto the stage to deliver
the live world premiere of Evidence
of Time Travel. Although this was a
collaboration with Steve
D’Agostino (music) and Karborn
(visuals), it
was clear that Foxx was the performer most people had come to see, with
the audience mainly made up of geeky middle-aged men with a smattering
of bemused/ bored girlfriends and a smaller sprinkling of ladies of a
certain age who had obviously never got over that mid '80s crush.
My own interest in John Foxx is based almost
entirely on the first
three Ultravox! albums and the first solo LP. Since then, I’ve only
picked up occasional compilations, and the last time I saw him play
live was a 'greatest hits' show at the Astoria (which to be fair was
great). So I wasn’t sure what to expect, as I was also unfamiliar with
the work of either D’Agostino or Karborn.
The
visuals were pleasingly grainy and analogue, clearly originating
from old VHS images (although obviously digitised), and I took a
nerdish pleasure in recognising some footage as being from National
Geographic tape that I own.
It’s hard to describe the music; bass tones rumbled, static crackled,
voice samples dropped in and out, in short it was ‘soundtrack-y’,
reminding me of the early scenes of Alien
where the landing party
cross the planet’s surface to investigate the ruined space ship and the
nightmares suffered by the protagonist in John Carpenter’s Prince of
Darkness.
Photos:
Evidence Of Time Travel
I was hoping for something more song-based with keyboard sweeps and big
squelchy bass, but this obviously wasn’t what the performance was
about. For a second, when the line "I
was only trying to reach you
through the noise" appeared on the screen, I thought we
were going to
get a version of The
Noise one of my favourite later Foxx tracks, but
I was to be disappointed. I can’t say I enjoyed it particularly, but I
didn’t dislike it
particularly either; it just failed to hold my attention for any length
of time. The snippets of text kept you guessing as to what exactly it
was that the performance was attempting to communicate, and the whole
thing had an almost impressionistic quality.
At its best, it was suggestive of time as a permeable membrane, with
events from the future creating seismic ripples that penetrate into our
present, an idea that (logically enough) also appears in several
science fiction/horror works such as Nigel Kneale’s The Road and the
aforementioned Prince
of Darkness.
Partly, I think the fact that the cinema setting requiring the volume
to be quite low didn’t help my concentration, but I was also
irritated/bemused by the amount of people who chose to film the whole
thing on their phones, experiencing a performance of digital
projections via the medium of digital recording device. I’d like to
think of it as some kind of Meta commentary on communication in the
post-digital age, but I’m pretty sure it wasn’t.
So, not really what I was wanting it to be, but that’s more to do with
my expectations than any failing of the concept or execution of the
piece. 6/10
Nick
Hydra