31 October 2014
It’s Halloween and the streets are bustling with people dressed as various horror icons and kids trick or treating on their neighbours. Revelling in the air of spookiness, I’m heading out to the concrete Logan’s Run-looking Barbican Centre to witness a horror icon, the wonderful Fabio Frizzi. The venue is packed with horror film aficionados from what sounds like all over Europe. Most wear t-shirts showing their favourite slice of gore portrayed on the front, eagerly awaiting the return to the stage (it was last Halloween that Fabio was over) of the mæstro of nightmares.
After years of hearing the two symbiotically linked, the music hits me like a revelation at points, and appears to be much more rooted in early progressive rock than I remembered. Parts have the same feel as early Peter Gabriel-era Genesis (they broke big in Italy as early as 1972, before they caught on elsewhere, so maybe this isn’t so surprising) and classic Italian proggers PFM. There was less of the Goblin sound which for some reason I had playing in my head before the show. These subtle twists add an air of strange pastoral beauty to the brutal images being portrayed on screen (I never realised just how much Lucio Fulci was obsessed with eyes before), which makes for an underlying strangeness to proceedings.mood pieces from beyond the grave that can’t but fail to stir a feeling of fear in the listener.It’s always though a wonderful thing to be sitting on tube on Halloween on the way home with the image of a zombie attacking a shark going around in your head accompanied by that marvellous soundtrack. I hope the man can manage to enthral his audience again next Halloween.
-Words: Gary Parsons-
-Pictures: Pete Woodhead-