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Cryo-Fest:
Fiction 8
Inertia
Swarf
Void Construct
Mono Chrome
Underworld, London
Sunday October 5 2003
~review and photos by Uncle
Nemesis
Somewhere between a gig and a festival,
this five-band event is intended to showcase some of the acts on the UK
electronic label, Cryonica Music.That fuzzy Sunday afternoon feeling seems
to be hanging heavily over Camden today, which means that the venue is
slow to fill - the audience drifts in, little by little, some clutching
purchases from Camden's myriad yoof-culture shops, others heading straight
for the bar to hand over the beer tokens. I don't envy Mono Chrome, who
are opening the show: somehow they've got to grab everyone's attention
and pull the drifters and the barflies to the front. A bit of a harsh introduction
to the UK gig circuit, perhaps, for this US band - but as the newest act
on the bill Mono Chrome are in the tough but inevitable position of having
to work their way up from the bottom. Hey, that's showbiz.
And yet, Mono Chrome aren't entirely an
unknown quantity. Clint Sand, keyboard-jockey and all-round electronics-controller,
is also 50% of cut.rate.box, while vocalist Victoria Lloyd is perhaps better
known as a member of Claire Voyant. The opposites-attract combination of
an insistent, danceable, electro-beat and a volitant female voice is, of
course, highly effective, especially in an area of music where a harsh
rant is often the best we can expect in the vocals department. Mono Chrome
have it down
to a fine art - the music drives along, a non-stop electroswirl, over which
Victoria builds a tower of insistent, expressive vocals. And it works -
the drifters and the barflies do indeed flock to the front and pay attention.
It's smoothly impressive stuff.
Nevertheless, I'm not entirely convinced
that the band we see before us is the *real* Mono Chrome. Their equipment
is very obviously borrowed from the other bands (there's nary a US-spec
power socket on stage, which is a bit of a give-away) and Mono Chrome even
seem to have borrowed a couple of band-members, too. Filling in some stage
space around Clint and Victoria are two random keyboard-mimers, one of
whom, if I'm not mistaken, is on loan from Seize. Neither of them appear
to be playing a note of genuine music; they're clearly only there for decoration.
Indeed, Clint himself barely touches his keyboard throughout the set, preferring
instead to pour himself an endless succession of plastic cups of Jack Daniels
and Coke. At times, he stands behind his keyboard, swaying gently, eyes
screwed shut, as if the music has transported him to a higher astral plane.
Or maybe he's just rat-arsed. I'm willing to bet Mono Chrome are simply
giving us a karaoke show tonight - everything's on DAT aside from Victoria's
vocals, which means she has to carry the entire performance while everyone
else takes it easy. She does this with great aplomb, but I confess I'm
a little annoyed that the band haven't troubled to create a more convincing
on-stage identity. It's not that I have any particular downer on the use
of backing tracks on stage - if that's the only way to reproduce a certain
studio-created sound, then by all means roll the tape. But I draw the line
at pointlessly packing the stage with unconvincing mime-artists, especially
if they're not even genuine members of the band!
Which brings us neatly to Void Construct.
Regular readers of the StarVox CD review section will know that I'm hardly
a devotee of this band, holding them to be the absolute nadir of that grimly
platitudinous electro-industrial-plus-distorted-shouting sub-genre which,
inexplicably, seems to have so
many adherents these days. On stage, vocalist Scott Walker throws a succession
of virtual martial arts shapes, looming out at the audience, fixing us
with an assertive stare as he prowls about with the mic. Well, I'm no fan
of the music, but it's good to see he's putting a bit of energy into the
performance - although I'm a little baffled as to why he's wearing an old
sock on his head. It's also good to hear the vocals a little more clearly
than on the band's recorded works. Void Construct's trademark distortion-over-everything
effect has been backed off to the point where Scott's voice is almost natural.
Not that he does anything as dangerously radical as *singing*, you understand
- the vocals are still an aggressive chant throughout. Still, at least
the absence of the ubiquitous distort-o-effect means a little bit of character
can come through.
But I divert my attention to Vicky Halliday,
behind the equipment-rack, because there's something I want to check out
here. On Void Construct's latest album, 'Sensory Division', she's credited
with 'live programming'. Now, the thought of watching a band getting into
the virtual nuts and bolts of their software and actually creating new
programs live on stage intrigues me. This, surely, would be the direct
antithesis of the stand-behind-the-DAT-machine-and-try-to-look-busy approach
of most bands in this genre. Unfortunately, I think I was sold a pup. Because
Vicky doesn't do any 'live programming'. In fact, as far as I can see,
she, erm, just stands behind the DAT, and occasionally, when she remembers,
presses a key or two on the keyboard. It's all rather unconvincing, I'm
afraid, and the fact that the band are obviously sensitive enough about
this aspect of their live incarnation to try and explain it away with an
entirely spurious credit on their CD isn't actually much use when the truth
is revealed on stage. Ho hum. Well, if *that* is all Void Construct do,
I'm off to the bar.
However, I don't stay at the bar too long,
because Swarf are on next. Swarf are on a roll at the moment: they've just
come off a full-scale UK tour supporting John Foxx, during which they got
to play to 'non-scene'
audiences and scared up some very complimentary reviews in the mainstream
press. As a result, Swarf probably have the highest profile of any band
on this bill - certainly, they're the only band of tonight's five to have
put their heads even slightly above the underground goth/industrial/whatever
scene parapet. The boys in the band squint at their equipment (stop sniggering
at the back, you know what I mean) while Liz supplies the glamour and the
voice. It's a bit of a shaky start: the band seem a little nervous, as
if anticipating some ghastly technical balls-up (then again, Chris always
looks as if he's expecting his laptop to explode at any moment), but as
the set unfolds and nothing untoward occurs, they hit their stride and
it all starts to go seamlessly right.
There's new material in the set; I can
give you no song titles, but I can report the presence of some odd, off-kilter
rhythmic ideas, underpinning that effortless pop sensibility which Swarf
always manage to conjure up. For the rest, it's Swarf's greatest hits,
served up with the band's customary good humour. Liz cavorts about the
stage, even playing air guitar at one point, and is only momentarily thrown
when someone throws a pair of knickers on stage. In short, it's a top performance
by a band who are looking increasingly like they've outgrown the confines
of the genre from which they originally emerged. The future for Swarf looks
like it could be rather interesting...
I see on the Cryo-Fest flyer that Inertia
are billed as 'The UK's premier EBM outfit' - which, perhaps, isn't such
a great selling point as it might first appear. Sure, in the early years
of the genre, Electronic Body Music was a cool and creative offshoot of
the industrial scene, and in the 80s such bands as DAF
and Nitzer Ebb re-wrote the dancefloor rule book under the banner of EBM.
Nowadays, however, mention EBM to most people and they'll immediately think
of the banal party-party bollocks of the likes of VNV Nation, encouraging
audiences of merrily bouncing cybergoths to wave their glowsticks in the
air. Not, in my view, Inertia's natural territory at all. They're much
more firmly rooted in the manic, abrasive, everything-but-the-kitchen-sink-isms
of Skinny Puppy: *that* sort of area. And, on stage tonight, the band turns
in exactly the kind of rip-roaring set that old-skool industrio-heads would
surely dig. Inertia are a colourful explosion of energy and noise, but
- crucial point coming up - their songs really *are* songs. Even at their
most rampaging - 'In The Psychiatrist's Chair', 'No Defect' - there are
still verses and choruses and all that good old songwriting stuff at work
in the mix.
Alexys comes out from behind the drum kit
to take a couple of vocals (and to bust a few moves which look alarmingly
like they're going to turn into a full-on belly-dance at any moment), and
the audience reacts with equal quantities of cheering, shouted encouragement,
and good-natured heckling. It's a vintage performance, and, overall, a
demonstration of just how good a live act Inertia are. And not a glowstick
in sight!
Despite their position on the bill, it
would probably be inaccurate to describe Fiction 8 as tonight's headline
band. They're so much of an unknown quantity in the UK that there's no
way they'd qualify for the top spot under normal circumstances. As a matter
of fact, it's not easy to find out about Fiction 8 even if you try - the
band seem to have abandoned large chunks of their website some years ago
(check their info section: '...as the year 2000 draws to a close' - uh,
what?). So, until I saw them walk out onto the stage before my very eyes,
I wasn't entirely convinced they were still a going concern. However, I
am happy to report that Fiction 8 are alive, well, and actually rather
good. They're an incongruous
bunch at this gig, given that their line-up includes guitar, bass, and
electric violin: much more of an alternative rock band who just happen
to include pre-programmed beats and synth-stuff in their sound, rather
than any kind of 'industrial' outfit. But their strength is in their songs:
very neatly-structured excursions into classic-pop-with-a-twist territory,
both male and female vocals, and you're never more than a few bars away
from a rousing chorus.
Main man and guitarist Michael Smith keeps
on apologising for the late arrival of the band's new album, although,
for most of tonight's audience, even Fiction 8's old stuff is unfamiliar
enough to count as new. But they're an amiable bunch, apparently happy
just to be on a UK stage, playing their music. It's a shame, then, that
I have to duck out before the end of their set: the gig is over-running,
and, what with this being a Sunday night, it's necessary to make a dash
for the absurdly early last train home. I'm not the only one, it seems,
to beat a hasty exit - the crowd has thinned out alarmingly over the last
half-hour of the show, and I feel rather sorry for Fiction 8, condemned
by brutal logistics to bring their set to a rousing conclusion when there
is hardly enough of a crowd left to rouse.
But, for all that, it was a good gig. Sure,
there were certain elements of the show which served to point up the problems
and limitations of trying to present electronic music in a live setting,
and I wish somebody would come up with a better idea than the ubiquitous
solution of padding everything out with crashingly obvious miming non-musicians.
But when all's said and done, the show is the thing, and there were some
good ones tonight.
see all the photos from this
concert here
Fiction 8: http://www.fiction8.com
Inertia: http://www.inertia.gs
Swarf: http://www.swarf.org
Void Construct: http://www.voidconstruct.com
Mono Chrome: http://www.mono-chrome.net
The Cryonica Music label: http://www.cryonica.com
Virus, the Cryonica offshoot-project which
organised the gig: http://www.virus-events.co.uk
Reviewed by Uncle Nemesis: http://www.nemesis.to
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