An energy bourn of youth and frustration. Oh to be young and frenzied, to have exuberance in bucket loads as the
Manchester based Longcut do. So by the time the Deltasonic signings have finished their hour long set at almost 2
am, their supporters, literally hanging from the low hung ceiling to get a better view, are still baying for more
What's it all about?
I suppose you either tune in immediately to
the play-loud-play-it fast combination of violent
guitars, smashed drums and intense effects
that this threesome produce resulting in guitar
music styled in the lineage of Sonic Youth, Joy
Division & Mogwai, or you are intensely bored,
harboring a "Seen it all before" attitude.
Their musical references are nothing retro or
to apologise for, merely a musical tableau
re-imagined for our times. It's a starting point
for their elongated musings.
They want to keep on playing through the
night, because, like a footballer, they are free
from the everyday, mundane hassles of work,
money, issues, nothing matters only the music.
These guys are probably the quiet, shy people you pass buy in everyday life without realising who they are, not
wishing to impose themselves on you. Now, with instruments in hand, it's a different proposition
The emotional intercourse is intense and at times unrelenting.
Encouragement to fill a void between stage and audience is not required.
There isn't one, punters already encroaching in eager anticipation.
Preferring to remain without a dedicated vocalist, a decision of choice, means
that drummer Stuart Ogilvie is frequently found to be rushing towards the
front, either for vocal duties or a stint on keyboards. How can that self
enforced option possibly work? Well, judging by the number of punters stood
on tables, dancing at the front, clambering on stage, soaking up the flaring
guitars (Lee Gale), body cutting bass (John Fearson) and distorted tape noises,
pretty well I'd say
