To Catch A Thief + TV Kicks + The Petty Thief + Lost Hearts |
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Bivouac
04 April 2008
Photos & Review by Pete
It was disheartening to be the only one to show up for Grantham’s Lost Hearts open a warm, rain-free Spring Friday night at the Biv. In fact it was a lean night all over what with barely ten of us up the stairs and through the doors by the close.
It should have condemned the gig to some disgruntled bands making a show of it and clearing off out of
Leigh, fresh faced, 20 lbs lighter than last year and sporting a stylish new haircut is the lightning rod and Dan on bass the electrical storm for the Lost Hearts god explosion experience. While Dan defies logic by playing bass like a six string, Leigh reveals a child-angel in his throat with a voice innocent enough to melt souls - while all the time using some devil-led hands to wring feedback soaked sounds from haunted retro speakers. The usual mucking about kicking and punching that these two indulge in is forgotten today as they put out the most technically well executed set I’ve ever seen from them. The care extends to plenty of re-tuning breaks and requests to the sound-desk for more helfpul monitors. The result is glorious, dark and sparking. Always balanced on the edge of a steep precipice of risk makes this vital high voltage music generating.
Tim, The Petty Thief, has pale skin from at least a decade in his bedroom constructing a genius plan to
There’s a chemistry in bands and TV Kicks have Ben and Graham giving us some refreshingly liberated music sex. I don’t watch porn movies but I think maybe I should if they’re anywhere near as good as this.
To Catch A Thief from Edinburgh had the unenviable task of filling the headlining slot after all that had been. They were quick to acknowledge the previous achievements after finally daring to think about starting up - after craftily taking nearly half an hour to set themselves up. They had a strategy in reply
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it as soon as they possibly could - but something mystifying and brilliant sometimes happens at moments like these and it turned out be one of those special times, a fabulous gig, with all the bands totally going for it. 
clone himself into becoming a complete band by himself, thereby achieving total self-sufficiency and creative control. And WTF, he’s pulled it off. The array of technology on stage at his feet enables him to be able to play a few bars on an acoustic guitar, capture it, loop it then accompany himself on electric. It’s a shock to the system seeing the first guitar swop, hearing the first continuing sound maintained so seamlessly during the changeover. Those loops are then built on and faded in and out to give variation, ensuring it ain’t ever too sappy candlelit-bathtub ambient. Contrast comes with some unbeatable guitar playing high up the neck which is adept, subtle and luminous. The performance becomes astonishing when a bunch of loops are set going and he retreats to the drum kit at the back of the stage to pile on a totally mind-bending Will Bowerman-styled drumming display! It’s hard to get a grip on the fact he’s built everything and, like a circus magician who has set a line of plates spinning, it’s a dizzying tour de force display. 
(But only if they’re full of love and respect like this, too.) There is no getting away from the expectant intimate eye contact going on between these two guys, suggesting some hardcore understanding. It’s engaged in a groovy way and certainly did the job as it finally went a bit orgasmic - with some guitar destruction at the end even. Blame it on the percussion. The drumming was waywardly mental at the start in order to rouse and challenge that guitarwork, appealing and urging it along till it tipped over into excitingly explicit rock rage. By the way, who the fuck were they doing this for, there were maybe only ten of us there? Who knows, maybe us, maybe themselves, but they sure weren’t holding anything back for a rainy day, this was it, full on, the lot. Witnessing big self-destructing music collapsing off the stage is undeniably impressive. There was staggering effort put into those weapons of choice and the result was an unforgettable sex. I mean set. Psyche-bendingly brilliant. 
though and it was one of coming on at full power from the off. And keeping going. At full power . Unfortunately even before the end of the first song this strategy had clearly missed the target as I was wondering what I might be missing on the telly at home. It wasn’t just me, the applause was muted. Hey, another Scots band fronted by an English lad! But the vocals are hoarse and nothingy which is disappointing, even when there was dual vocal input. There’s plenty of lumbering chord shifting and meatyard drumming to create some noise-rock thing that might even be metal, Ish. I’m not sure. I hung around for a while cos there although wasn’t much right with the sounds there was everything right with the commitment. This band display tons of teen spirit as they laid into their songs in a way that has to earn them respect. But tonight it was definitely a home result and they knew it, too. This page was last updated Saturday, 05 April 2008
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