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see all the photos from this concert here
The Legendary Pink Dots
Palac Akropolis, Prague, Czech Republic
Monday November 24 2003
~review and photos by Uncle
Nemesis
Here's a confession. I have never seen
The Legendary Pink Dots play live before. In fact, before this gig, I don't
think I'd ever heard a note of their music. I'm frankly embarrassed to
admit this, and I'm not even sure how this state of affairs came about.
After all, the band are essentially a bunch of 80s-vintage alterno-heads
just like me; they've been on the live circuit and all over the alternative
press for more years than I suspect any of us care to contemplate, they've
put out a stack of releases, and have even done John Peel sessions in their
time. In short, they've moved in much the same circles, and inhabited much
the same cultural territory, as I have. And yet, our paths have never crossed.
Now, how did that happen?
For this reason, tonight's gig is all very
much a new experience for me, so perhaps it's appropriate that it's all
taking place in a city I've never visited before. The Palac Akropolis turns
out to be a late art deco-styled theatre turned rock 'n' roll hole, incongruously
located in the basement of an apartment block somewhere among the Skoda-strewn
residential streets of Praha 3. Everything seems to be run with a laid-back
informality - the ticket desk is a trestle table temporarily set up in
the foyer, and there's nary a bouncer in sight. Curiously, there's a strange
mismatch between certain elements of the audiene. Most of the crowd seem
to be latter-day bohemians, all hippyish long hair and just-woke-up dishevelled
clothing, like a bunch of delegates at a Frank Zappa convention. Appropriately
enough, there's more than a whiff of jazz cigarettes in the air. But there's
also a bunch of post-industrial heads in the house, all sporting severely
cropped barnets and Skinny Puppy T-shirts. Yep, they *all* seem to be wearing
Skinny Puppy T-shirts. Skinny Puppy must've done great business on the
merchandise stall last time they came through Prague.
There are no support bands. Assorted Dots
simply stroll out and start the show. There are four of them, and right
from the start it's clear that we're not in for a night of straightforward
rock 'n' roll. There's
an electronics-boffin behind bank upon bank of vintage analogue synths
(his gear-stack seems to include the dismembered innards of a theremin,
among other arcane noisemaking technology), a guitarist at the back, squinting
at his fearsome array of effects pedals, a saxophonist, who's obviously
the joker in the pack, shamelessly mugging for the audience - and, at the
microphone, the man who is arguably the principal Dot: Edward Ka-Spel,
looking like a dishevelled economics professor who's wandered into a poetry
reading by mistake, and then decided to stay because, hey, he writes poetry,
too.
The Dots' performance is a wayward amalgam
of avant-rock and Edward Lear. They take us on excursions into jazz, and
package tours to odd corners of indie-land; they build towering pile-ups
of noise and then take time out to tell tall tales. They have strange little
songs like folk-club laments - but the next minute they're off into a free-form
noisefest, racking up a racket as fearsome as anything created by any 'ardcore
industrial noiseniks you care to name. The audience hangs on every word
Edward Ka-Spel utters - he has everyone in the place rapt with attention,
no mean feat when you consider the fact that everything is in English and
the audience thus have to get their heads round a second language before
they can really twig what's going on. He tells a bizarre tale which starts,
innocently enough, as a straightforward account of the band's trip to Prague
in their van, ranges over philosophical musings on cause and effect, seamlessly
incorporates intergalactic warfare with unsuspecting aliens, and climaxes
with a 'gelatinous birthday cake with 180 eyes' coming up through his bathroom
drain. Just another day at the Legendary Pink Dots office, then. As he's
telling the tale, the band crank up a jazz-punk workout which soundtracks
the story quite brilliantly. I'm not sure how much of this stuff is improvised,
and how much is rehearsed to the hilt, but it all hangs together with the
surreal precision of umbrella and a sewing machine meeting on an operating
table.
The main visual element of the Dots, however,
is the saxophonist, who also doubles on clarinet, electronoise gear, and
toys. He wanders the stage, dropping in squalls and honks and quirky little
melody lines, but always with a quizzically arched eyebrow, and a knowing
grin cast in the direction of
the audience between blows. He spies a photographer who's climbed up onto
the stage to grab a pic or two, creeps up behind him, and lets loose a
sonorous sax-blast which has the poor chap almost dropping his camera.
Then, while the rest of the band set up a rolling groove on stage, he descends
into the audience, trailing wires behind him. The stage lighting is dimmed,
and, from out of the pitch darkness, there comes a succession of foghorn
blasts on the saxophone, each one accompanied by a sudden burst of white
light. Those trailing wires aren't just for the instrument microphone -
there's a spotlight concealed inside the bell of the sax, triggered to
light up every time a note is played. It's a delightfully unexpected stunt,
a genuine surprise, and yet it's not just a gimmick because the instrumental
number which accompanies these antics stands up as a cool piece of music
in its own right.
There's an encore, of course, and the Dots
look genuinely gratified that the audience appreciate what they do. Afterwards,
the band hang out in the foyer, shooting the breeze with passing fans,
and signing all manner of merchandise. It's been a great gig, and I'm kicking
myself for not picking up on this engagingly surreal weird-noise-pop group
before. Well, one night in Prague is all it's taken to put me wise. The
Legendary Pink Dots fanbase has hereby increased by one.
see all the photos from this concert here
The Legendary Pink dots website: http://www.brainwashed.com/lpd
The Palac Akropolis website (English version):
http://www.palacakropolis.cz/pakr/pub/home/english/Main/index.jet
Reviewed by uncle Nemesis: http://www.nemesis.to
12/11/03 |