London
22 July 2018
With a backdrop of toy robots, Rodney Cromwell were first up to ply their wares. A solid three-piece with a rather special take on synth-led indie, they breeze through their upbeat and groovesome set.
A ghosting of ELO guitar between beatbox heartbeats, the bass flying with Peter Hook-esque folds, the Korg and Moog knitting a melodious manatee as monotonous vocals and wry observation hit an insistent ’80s post-punk, then dive into a sugar rush of Depeche Mode curls. The squelchy and upbeat slow techno beat of “Black Dog” is rather wholesome too.
“Shimmer” hits first, all wobbly-saw cabarets and B-movie jazzations, that trombone tearing through as if the 1920s were just yesterday, transporting you clean away on a magic carpet ride of their own concoction. With “Thistledown” (that closely follows) they delve in a strange, sightly scary, curiosity shop of dusty taxidermy as the screen behind flickers with these shadowy apparitions that milk a macarbrea of slippery manoeuvres, float in a flame of differing focal points. Sam’s distant sweetness of voice drifting through a thicket of undulating erythema and mermaiding melodics, the kiltering percussion jangling like a pair of Bet Lynch’s earrings.
A new album fav (of mine) “Electra” gets a hot and swampy rendering, bendy with Theremin thermals and alligatoring guitar, a submerged city swimming in shoaling sonics, Sam’s sizzling flutations cutting in. Across The Meridian is fast becoming my album of 2018, and this gig is cementing that impression with each and every track. Some of tonight’s action takes in a few tracks from The Moving Frontier, but it’s mostly showcasing this brilliant return to form. Tunes that gallop away with an inventiveness, that you just want to grab whole-heartedly. When they hit “The Midnight Room” it’s incendiary, as those drums nail the imperative and the smeary brass pond-skates your hips with sleazy Baloo-like bazzazz.
Everyone seems to be proficient with at least two or three instruments, Sam appearing the most versatile of all, swapping between her large collection of reeded instruments throughout the set, then slipping in a bit of Parisian purr from her accordion, and for the final tracks strapping into an enormous bass guitar, as the sound got growly to a slo-mo of on-screen explosions. Absolutely brilliant.
-Michael Rodham-Heaps-