‘A Chore’ swaggers in with a nonchalance as Vek’s discordant vocals saunter through with a husky strain
Yup, my heart is yours, you Scots, ‘unfaithful servants of filthy, fucking language’, as Mr Withered Hand says.
The sound of a theatre full of enthused Parisians is no mean feat, and Metronomy certainly seem to have instilled a sense of ‘Rule Britannia’ in this sweat-sodden throng as they heartedly cry out in a full crowd sing-along.
“Gyratory System are hypnotic, spasmodic, lush. More fun than batting a battalion of Arcade Fire fans round the heads with the complete recorded works of Damo Suzuki”
Well jeez. I was going to write back to the guy and tell him, “interesting music but not my chosen field”…but then I got distracted trawling through my email correspondence with Sean at Drowned In Sound re: the recent Music Journalism week, plus I was playing a mindless Paper Toss game on my iWhatever, and by […]