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Acid Mothers Temple And The Cosmic Inferno (live at Baba Yaga’s Hut)

The Dome, London
3 July 2015

Okay, so here’s a thing. I don’t really remember ever seeing Acid Mothers Temple. I’ve seen them on various occasions, and I don’t really remember any of them. Now, I don’t make a conscious effort to indulge any more before an Acid Mothers Temple gig than I do before a show by anyone else, but somehow after the fact they always elude me, sliding apart into vague fragments like a dream does on waking.

Acid Mothers Temple at the Dome 2015

And this was no exception. Which is fine, because what I do remember, as always, is having an amazing time. The downside of that, of course, is it makes it fucking hard to write about them, which is what I’m supposed to be doing. I can only assume it’s something in the music itself that has the ability to tweak my brain just so. Either that or I keep getting abducted by aliens at their gigs. Which wouldn’t be too much of a surprise, really.

Trying to grab the memories is like clenching your fist on water; you can’t get a grip, it slides from your grasp and you inevitably end up looking like you’ve pissed your pants. Which I haven’t, I hasten to add. I’d definitely have remembered that.

Acid Mothers Temple at the Dome 2015

But oh boy, what fragments they are! Higashi Hiroshi‘s there, all hair and beard, like a wise old mountain man with a synth, presiding over the chaos. Next to him Makoto Kawabata is shredding his fingers to the bone playing intricate, soaring guitar lines that shift and transform constantly, as hard to grasp as my memories but much more impressive to listen to. A vague but niggling sense of slightly-off-topic discomfort that they chose to call their collaboration with Daevid Allen Acid Mothers Gong rather than Acid Mothers Teapot. Paper plates being flung by Pika into the crowd like frisbees, causing as close as it’s possible to get to a stampede among a bunch of tripped-out stoners trying to claim them.

Acid Mothers Temple at the Dome 2015

Two drummers keeping the whole unholy beautiful racket going. And then it all went disco, and it’s the fact that I clearly remember this more than anything else that leads me to believe I may in fact have dreamt the whole thing. Then leaving the stage after what seems like about ten minutes but was actually a full-length set. Then me getting lost on the way home.

Acid Mothers Temple at The Dome, everyone. If you can remember it, you weren’t there.

-Words: Justin Farrington-
-Pictures: Dave Pettit-

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