We may have a problem here. Immediately after this gig your correspondent went to Minehead for the young person’s music festival All Tomorrow’s Parties. There was drinking cider from a petrol can. There was crazy golf. There was “dancing”. Brain now feels like what you get when you put a pocketful of paper through a washing machine. What follows are the memories dredged up by, like, thinking really hard. Other reviews are available.
The guy behind the bar was drum tech for the Boredoms. He doesn’t look happy… Why is everyone here from Cardiff?…Taking the pleasant Pheasant Plucker in… Huge swells of noise… Psych organ and bass weight fill the room, rise up through the floor, vibrate toes… This is Anta and it’s greatness spread slowly and thickly… Big Jeff would dance through treacle… Aiming for Oneida and getting in the vicinity (but played by monks)… Drums at the front like ’70s TOTP… You didn’t bother watching the support? You fucking dunce. Are you driving back?… Stokes Croft is beautiful… Is Bronnt guy 12 or 13?… You leather jacket cat… I hope your floppy hair doesn’t get stuck in the keyboard when you, er, headbutt it… More primitive and quiet electronic crankiness than expected… Here comes the warm bass… Zwolf has a lost analogue cousin over water… Nowt from Haxan but warty thumbs up anyway… These waves win you over eventually (you bastard)… Barman refuses to give us a taxi number, why?… Is that Linus?… Memories of Publicist at Mezefest… No-one’s in a hurry here, bodes well for Megabus… That bassist is seriously happy… Trans Am fall into place so easily… Catnip for slightly older indie kids: fizzy, gently spacerocking stuff… Bassist switches to keyboard and vocoder. Smug happiness remains… It’s locked down but shimmying and lilting… Guitar as just another texture, all about the rhythm section… Honestly, it’s like he’s thinking “I’M IN THE BRILLIANT TRANS AM”… Hatred from all women as two women jump on stage to dance… Not too shabby for three dudes who live on different continents… Always on the lookout for Mike From Bristol… The Megabus driver hasn’t heard of Cardiff…
claire
21/05/2010
“big jeff would dance through treacle” may be one of the best phrases i’ve ever heard. just to quibble: hatred for the two twattish girls who went to dance on stage was because i had heard them say loudly “who are trans am?” and they were clearly there to impress a boy in the audience rather than actually enjoy the music. anti-geek always gets my craw.
Linus
27/05/2010
Yes it was me! Hello.
I liked that those girls got on stage for the least danceable section.
I thought Anta sounded like Andre the Giant counting to 4 over and over again slowly for a very long time.