*this was their first ever show outside of North America*
It's only about halfway through the show when a companion whispers to me: "I don't like the way his eyes cross." I nod my head with a vague smile on my lips which suggests that I know exactly what she is talking about. It's only then that I look deep into those visual receptors. Goddamn, he's eyes ARE crossed! Brian Aubert is blindly flailing at his guitar and grinning as his band practically burst into flames in trying to anchor the smothering fuzz crawling through the speakers.
Clamping a vice around our ears and heads with a noise so vibrant and penetrating that we can forgive oncoming deafness, it's clear this highly textural experiment in popmusic is reliant on noise and volume as much as melody and harmonies.
Gobsmacking use of brief recycled feedback and tremelo effects threaten to subsume the songs but they are always saved once Brian and bassist Nikki Monninger's disarming vocals are glued together in some kind of beautiful siren song. This band have been playing for a loooooooooong time now and it shows.
Treated to album cuts such as the resplendent 'Well Thought Out Twinkles', the audience here all leave once SSPUs are finished, leaving headline band Windmill with a half empty venue to play to. I guess the eyes have it.......................(sorry).
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