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Monday, August 04, 2008

get ready for the future, it is murder

The Stumps played the other night.



(photo by Robyn; there're more here.)


We played with The Aesthetics, who do and did rule hard. They are fronted by Matt Middleton (the also-amazing Crude); Matt recently posted a review of the show on his blog:

the Stumps performance was ideal for the headline act, and even more so - they were mind-blowing...a whirlwind. Loosely their sound is Heavy psyche - with that crazed amphetaminized guitar sheen,,with that unpredictable improv shock, like Eye they were vortex music but with a chunky post-rock approach. 'Twas evokation music. 'Don't mess with shit you don't understand man..' ..Visuals played a very strong part : behind them was the film 'God Damn Religion' by Sun City Girls' Sir Richard Bishop : a flick-thru/slide-gallery/fast-paced compendium of static full colour images gleaned from the dusty annals of ancient religion, both east and west - hells, devils, demons, hindu hells, tibetan hells, torment, christ's torment: a real bias t'wards the dark side methinks. All up a mad soiree.. I am now a Stumps fan.

We hardly ever get reviewed, so to get a review like this is fucking terrific.

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It was a good night.

The Aesthetics were awse too. From memory, I described them as if three aliens came to Earth and formed a band after studying earth people's "rock" an "roll" music. They figured they'd need an earthling frontman, so they kidnapped a disgruntled 55-year-old accountant and zapped him through their youth-o-tron and made him write songs and play them, despite having no previous experience.

I want them to come back soon.
What was with all those men being fucking weird to me that night? Alastair, Campbell, Jonathan etc etc... Despite that, I had a brilliantly fun time. Fuck, what a night, eh. The Stumps were the most vicious and psychedelic I'd ever seen them - really, really excellent.
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