Hexen Definitive
Middle Mass
I’m Into CB
Hip Priest
Look, Know
Mere Pseud Mag Ed
Who Makes The Nazis?
Solictor in Studio
Lie Dream of A Casino Soul
The Classical
And This Day
Fortress
Deer Park
NOTES
68 minutes
Muddy at first but then settles down to a good capture
First known performances for
Hexen Definitive
Mere Pseud Mag Ed
Solicitor in Studio
And this Day
A inchoate barely formed Hexen leads into a manic delivery of mutant skank perversity of Middle Mass, followed by a clean and crisp CB – wherein the twin drum line-up is most pleasing.
Comments from MES introduce a brooding, tour de force version of Hip Priest which is an overtly obstinate reading with futtering guttural and keening guitar noises creating nebulous haloes of sound. Audience noises are distant but irritatingly run throughout. Washes of sound with ephemeral mutterings from MES seem to distract the audience which becomes progressively noisier. MES moves from orator to yelping sound meister.
In contrast the extant single is an jaunty ramble through fashion land with seemingly professional aplomb.
At complete 90 degree angle to this is a hesitant first reading of Pseud Mag.
Then we are back to broody-ville with a consummate tumble through Nazis wherein brittle guitar noises splinter bubbling repetition to create an impressive angular tension over which found sounds and invocation are layered. There is much one has to admire here.
What appears to be a unique rarely played guitar figure introduces a strange however compelling first reading of Solicitor. After this strange start matters obviously get out of kilter as MES loses the words and for some reason the repetitive out of kilter guitar riff keeps coming back to irritate this listener’s expectations of what the track should sound like.
Lie dream is short sharp and sweet belying that which has proceeded and in obvious contrast there is a sublime reading of The Classical which is a simply vital and unavoidable. The crowd asks for Fiery Jack and gets smothered with exponential repetition in the ten minute première of And this Day.
Boundless enthusiasm for a brillant two-fer of Fortress/Deer Park where the otherwise used phrase “Ted Rogers Brains Burn in Hell” is utilised before a bountiful bounce through Deer Park closes matters.