STENCH OF MUSCLE PRESENT
WORLD SANGUINE REPORT
Cack your bloody pants to baleful and bleak compositions so completely foreboding they sound as if they could’ve been hacked into being on the butcher’s slab. Gruff vocalist Andrew Plummer revels and writhes in the macabre as he heads this seven-piece ensemble through the murk and mire for a vaudevillian romp with barks, grunts, wails and shrieks to set your hairs on end. A style akin to the likes of Waits or Cave at their most surreal and bloodthirsty backed by the austere configurations of Scelsci, Messiaen or Zorn and featuring top notch players and Leeds chaps Dave Kane and award-winning mega-pianist Matt Bourne alongside them Londoners James Allsop, Alex Bonney, Tom Greenhalgh and Chris Montague; World Sanguine Report is a fantastically warped waltz into the dark on the most upsetting episode of “Strictly Come Dancing” there has ever been. Let’s hope that it rains.
WOLAND ATHLETIC CLUB
With a chipper little maxim of “La musique à moustaches de vos rêves!” Woland Athletic Club hail from Paris and see fit to blend clavinet with tennis racket, Hammond organ with running machine and glockenspiel with a snug pair of cycling shorts. This sartorial lunacy is a fitting accompaniment to their idiosyncratic approach to music, where jocular pop and avant-garde tinkerings are firmly batted around the musical squash court. A multitude of ideas from Sparks-esque skylarking to totally over-the-top cinematic grandiosity means all that is certain is that these lads are partial to a good bit of ‘désordre environ’ and that we should all ‘obtenez à l'avant et dansez autour comme des imbéciles’ without further deliberation.
They’ve basked in the tepid sunlight provided by the fact that one of them wrote the theme tune for Deal Or No Deal, they’ve writhed together smugly in the knowledge that one begat the other, they’ve exploded with pride at their being featured in a top ten ‘Worst Band Names Ever’ list and now Mucky Sailor proudly emerge with yet more shtick from their gimmick arsenal in the form of a noise-generating musical ships wheel. Watch in pity as Dad struggles to control the bespoke gadget and Lad looks on in jealous disapproval. Hopefully airing some new material which veers further towards sloppily drubbed all-out prog pomposity, stopping just short of battering out a solo on a cast iron drum kit whilst playing a giant gong with a drumstick that is clenched between one’s teeth.
Friday 20th March 2009
Santiago, Grand Arcade, Leeds City Centre