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LONDON ๐ด๓ ง๓ ข๓ ฅ๓ ฎ๓ ง๓ ฟ The Dome
Raw Power 2015
w/ Circle, Pharaoh Overlord, Pigs x7
"If we're to be truly honest with ourselves all of us have at least one band lurking deep within a dusty folder marked "I really should have seen this lot before now"; bad luck, bad timing and bad habits have conspired to ruin every plan you've ever made to see this band, and you do any number of mental gymnastics to convince you self that "nah, I mean they can't be that good, right? Or else I'd have seen them by now, yeah?" And then you finally get to see The Cosmic Dead.
Like a careening, uncontainable torrent of Buckfast-powered kosmische chaos, whatever your feelings towards the Scottish quartet's synth-washed space-jams on record, their performance here is something like having Ken Kesey and Spacemen 3 pour Irn-Bru directly into your third eye. Far, far beyond the clichรฉs of "we've got an echo/delay pedal and I'm going to us it"-isms the group are to the usual space rock/jam band rules what punk rock is to everything. In their relatively shot but uninhibited set, the groups dilithium-levels of energy seem to wring every particle of juice from their instruments; beards get caught in straps, someone crowd-surfs with a cymbal stand whilst another on the front row ends up with a guitar. The rest of us, locked in by a stoic groove and pulled ever further into the always building astral-mire by some sort of weirdly anarchic sonic tractor beam, can only hope that upon our return to earth our abduction hasn't left us incapable of scooping up what remains of our brains from between the crushed beer cups on the floor." - The Quietus
Like a careening, uncontainable torrent of Buckfast-powered kosmische chaos, whatever your feelings towards the Scottish quartet's synth-washed space-jams on record, their performance here is something like having Ken Kesey and Spacemen 3 pour Irn-Bru directly into your third eye. Far, far beyond the clichรฉs of "we've got an echo/delay pedal and I'm going to us it"-isms the group are to the usual space rock/jam band rules what punk rock is to everything. In their relatively shot but uninhibited set, the groups dilithium-levels of energy seem to wring every particle of juice from their instruments; beards get caught in straps, someone crowd-surfs with a cymbal stand whilst another on the front row ends up with a guitar. The rest of us, locked in by a stoic groove and pulled ever further into the always building astral-mire by some sort of weirdly anarchic sonic tractor beam, can only hope that upon our return to earth our abduction hasn't left us incapable of scooping up what remains of our brains from between the crushed beer cups on the floor." - The Quietus
"But I have to say my band of the day was The Cosmic Dead. I’ve seen them live a few times and they have always delivered amazing performances, but tonight they outdid themselves. They seemed unruly and out there as they were just hitting the stage; in fact they seemed just plain out of it. James T McKay swigged from a bottle of red wine whilst wrestling with his guitar and Lewis Cook seemed hepped up on something as he attacked his synth and guitar and screamed his vocals. My god, it was a wonderful unholy racket that was part space rock and part crash and burn psych. Monstrous rhythms played by bassist Omar Aborida and drummer Julian Dicken added to the cosmic onslaught as they shifted gears to keep the rocket ship from falling to Earth. They gave probably the most dangerous and far-out performance of the day which ended with McKay and Aborida on the floor of the stage still making a racket as they tried to regain their footing. By the end of their set the band looked spent but exhilarated and so did the audience — and I think there was a bit of a rush to their merch stall afterwards." - Freq.org
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