It isn't
often I jump on a train and head east, deeper into Kent, for a
gig. 90+% of them have me heading west into, or through, central
London. But tonight's draw was part of an ongoing series of gigs
labelled Post Plague. Driving force behind the promotion is Jason
Cheesman of Dead Blood Cells, a band I first caught also
supporting Brutalist Architecture in The Sun a
couple of miles down the road in Rochester six years earlier
- shortly after they formed. (Footage from that night available
on the dsoaudio YouTube channel HERE.)
Dead
Blood Cells have changed somewhat since I first saw them
at the above-mentioned gig (June 2017). Cheesman’s approach to
composition is unusual to say the least. I still sometimes find
the constructions a bit weird. They're kinda odd juxtapositions
that to my ears don't always sit well together. At least that's
how it used to be.
Tonight, the
approach to writing had clearly evolved and I found myself getting
drawn deeper and deeper in as the set progressed, as I felt I
could see (or, more accurately, hear) more clearly what he was
going for. This was becoming hypnotic, trippy even. New track
Above seemed to have the theme from Twin Peaks in
the background and by the fourth song in the set Stop
Pretending, I fully got it.
The
impressively soaring, almost operatic voice of (new) lead singer
Lilith Firechild and Cheeseman's noises are a rare combination
that strikes with its uniqueness. Dead Blood Cells have never
sounded better.
After they’d
come off stage, I overheard a punter say to Jason: "I’m going
to blame you for getting me into a new genre!" I’d say that
was mission accomplished.
Setlist: Locked
Away, On the Beach, Above, Stop Pretending, Woman in White
Brutalist Architecture In The Sun
(BAITS) have a tendency to perform gigs around the time of releasing
a new album (hardly unusual I hear you mutter) but, turning
marketing promotion rules on their head, then fill their sets
predominantly with new, unreleased material. Which, for me at least,
is a much appreciated, 'bang for your buck' approach that I
wholeheartedly approve of. However, if you've not seen them live
very often, or are seeking them out to hear newly released material,
it's worth taking note. Just so you're not disappointed. (I never
am.)
In the
studio, BAITS make extensive use of modular synthesis, meaning
their recordings always pack a punch, feature gorgeous
arpeggiating sequences, and have some of the best bass synth
sounds available. Whilst practicalities often restrict them from
using that admittedly unwieldy equipment live, the sounds are
recreated via the wonders of soft synths via laptop, then
augmented with live keys. Tonight using the Deepmind 12 as a midi
controller.
True to
form, from tonight's seven song set only one was from their
excellent latest album Loneliness Kills. Of the
new material, the bubbling modular groove of Monomania
with its shared vocal titular choral refrain was an instant
earworm. Single Spaces Cry (off Loneliness
Kills) closed their set. It's one of the album's
more 'jaunty' numbers and whilst perhaps not representative of the
album as a whole, worked really well live.
Setlist: For Nought, Do I Have To Play Your Game?,
Monomania, I Don't Need This Thing Called Us, Drive by
Suicide, You're Not There, My Sadness Slipped Through,
Single Spaces Cry
Photos [L-R]: Dead Blood Cells, Brutalist
Architecture In The Sun, Black Light Ascension
Black Light Ascension
is an act I've followed since they first emerged. Core members today
are still Andrew Trail and Hunter Barr, both of whom delivered
several memorable gig going nights for me as part of the legendary,
leather apron-clad Knifeladder back in the mid-00s.
Setlist: Dark
Angels, Journey, Black Sun, Collider, Blinding Colour, Jack In
Burn Out, All of the People
Reassuringly
proving that some of the best gig nights are still to be had
in tiny venues in regional towns, this evening’s Post Plague
event firmly placed that promoter into my consciousness, so
I'll be keeping a close eye on upcoming lineups under the same
banner. You may want to do the same. 8/10
Review
+ Photos: Rob Dyer