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That Fucking Tank / Iepi / Broken Oak Duet / Transmissions Live At The Firefly- Review | Ed Ling

October 24, 2014

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Thursday 18th October. Firefly, Lowesmoor, Worcester

Leeds’ That Fucking Tank have been setting the two-piece / drums and baritone guitar noise rock bar insanely high for over ten years now. And the undercard wasn’t bad either. A packed out Firefly – on a Thursday, with three of the four bands being totally wordless – showed that a few people agreed.

Openers Transmissions are new kids on the local scene block. As a unit that is – various members having current and previous in Shutdown, Tall Man and Cradle to name a few. But this was their maiden gig, and emotions were high. For this was emotional stuff – a short set of five tightly-drawn and deeply groove-driven post-funk hardcore tracks, evoking both At The Drive In and LCD Sound System, fronted by a writhing baritone homunculus with a voice that alternated between an addled Frank Black and the one out the fucking Editors. That seethed with reflection, complexity, and, well – soul.

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Broken Oak Duet just get tighter and more muscular each time they play – which is a lot. Pulsating and mathematically perfect post-rock. Drums. Baritone guitar. End. Wholly devoid of filler. A wonder of twenty first century organic sonic engineering. And sexy. Hot. That too.

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All the way from the foothills of the Pyrenees, Iepi took things deep into progressive territory. There was something heady, something of the dangerous romance of the Catalan anarchists of yore in this twisting blaze of what I can only describe as electronic math-funk. There was a little flashing pod of circuitry stage front. I have absolutely no idea what it actually did – but it seemed central to proceedings, and clearly had a musical intelligence all of its own. Revolutionary stuff.

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And finally: That Fucking Tank. Two master instrumentalists duelling face to face. A greasy bare metal baritone guitar vs a low slung power kit smashed with Todd Trainer like accuracy by a hairy boy in a Napalm Death tee shirt. Doesn’t sound like much. But as a live prospect TFT are, simply, the most compelling and absorbing instrumental outfit you will ever see – at least in part because they are so very fucking matter of fact and unpretentious about making music that is both absurdly multi-dimensional and absurdly accomplished. The false ending – so hard to pull off as it requires total audience attention – was deployed by these boys frequently and effortlessly. Sometimes summery and ornate – other times bare-sinewed and punishing – this sucked you in and raised the hairs on the back the neck from start to finish. No lie.

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And finally, a special shout should also go out for the promoters for this show – which was a joint effort between the city’s own Task in Hand and Surprise Attacks, who teamed up for the event. Here’s to you gentlemen. A good night at the office.

Ed Ling

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