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| Poster by The Moonshaker |
LONDON 🏴 The Lexington
w/ Girl Sweat, Snapped Ankles
Excellent fun. Lewis even walked on the ceiling! Lionel Ritchie eat yer heart out SON!
"...After the clear up of several instruments from the stage, The Cosmic Dead were ready to start their set quite promptly. Now this where the Wednesday part of the evening begin to slowly hit in. I’ve seen The Dead several times and they know how to get an audience going (see my Raw Power review), but tonight included something I wasn’t expecting.
The Cosmic Dead play a kind of out-there, psyched up, visceral, space rocking, psychedelic, edge of madness, tripped-out, head-messing, black hole-building, building-collapsing, speed-freak, biker, seventies, acid logic, brain-cell destroying, wall of noise, freak-beat, sun-exploding, 2001 sci-fi type of music. Big, heavy bass riffs power under wild synth flourishes, rolling drum patterns and lysergic guitar fugues. The sound that comes forth from the stage is almost otherworldly, like HP Lovecraft and Robert E Howard having a punch-up on mescaline. The band themselves seem like they are feeling every note they play as they shake their hair and go wild, like the music has control over them and won’t let go.
It was about three-quarters through the set when the first foot kicked me in the head. I turned around to see a woman being carried aloft by a few people and almost constantly nearly being dropped as she was flung around the heads of the crowd at the front. Moshing at a Cosmic Dead concert — well, I never; this was unexpected. In fact, I can’t remember the last time I saw moshing at a gig. Then more people appeared to be borne into the air, and a guy managed to kick my head before landing on top of my gig buddy Stefania.
The music slowly made its way into a chaotic ending with fed-back wild guitar and manic drumming, and by now the audience had grabbed the live microphones and were screaming down them. Next, synth player Lewis Cook launched himself into the audience and was carried aloft like some exalted king. As the band finished, the sound of smashing glass onstage meant that another audience member seemed to have landed as gracefully as an emu.
That was it; another wonderfully unpredictable and totally mad Cosmic Dead gig came crashing to a halt. I left the venue hot and sweaty, half knocked-out by the music and people’s footwear. I boarded the tube and two guys had a fight in my carriage, so the train had to be stopped; at the overland station two women abused a burger waitress, one throwing a shoe at her. I wondered what madness had happened to humanity in the last couple of hours.And then I remembered that it was Wednesday."
- Freq.org
(Photos by Harrison Reid)
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