18 August 2016
In a converted cinema in Elephant and Castle, protected from the outside world by the most stringent security this side of an airport, post-rock revolutionaries Godspeed You! Black Emperor are taking the stage. In darkness, of course, as is their wont.Godspeed have always been about the music, not the personalities. They’re the kind of band that makes you wish the internet didn’t exist; knowing anything at all, even the names of the members, seems contrary to their enigmatic presentation. They should be discovered accidentally, an unmarked CD, an unannounced track on late-night radio… “where the fuck did THIS come from?” should be the reaction. a hypnotic collage of deserted roads, lonely train tracks and Brutalist architecture, like a black and white David Lynch movie of a Ballard novel where all the characters have been removed. Swans comparisons are inevitable; but Godspeed are more pastoral, more sounding as if they are made for human ears rather than the ears of Gods. A Godspeed album is like tuning in to some strange channel; tracks seem almost arbitrary, like they just reached a point where nobody was playing for a couple of seconds and thought, “It’s a wrap, name it and carry on playing”. Live, where tracks from their entire career are given an airing, the divisions seem more marked, but it’s still essentially an hour and a half of basically seamless majesty. Dirty Three-style freakouts, Godspeed cover a lot of distance without breaking a sweat. Well, not visibly, obviously. What with playing in the dark an’ all. Compositions are more classical than anything else; motifs, rather than riffs, seem to be the component parts, haunting the early passages and returning for the triumphant climaxes, without ever losing that feeling of desolation. It’s like being lost in the most wonderful desert you ever saw. As we leave, it seems strange that there are still people on the streets.
Almost as strange as me getting through this review without using the word “epic”. Oh bugger.
-Words: Justin Farrington-
-Pictures: Dave Pettit-