X-Posure All Dayer

It's a familiar sight to behold 65daysofstatic jittering and spasming their way across a stage in amongst various swathes of immense musical architecture. However, it's just gone 5pm and this is not the end of a tour. One can only assume that the level of consumption of illegal substances is not as high as they may be able to muster after a couple months on the road.

Wild-eyed, Paul Wolinski shakes his head bewilderedly while churning out soaring psychedelic riffs, one after another, be it through the medium of his guitar or his keyboard. Loitering at the side of the stage like a confused rabbit in the Barfly's spotlights, Wolinski is the orchestrator of many a 65dos crescendo. These swell and bulge, building up to an almighty explosion of a climax when his wireframe body lurches and sways inside his own disoriented circle of influence. There is a certain calm afforded to his mannerisms during the recital of forthcoming single and set-closer 'Radio Protector'. One can only wonder whether it was because he was simply worn out. It is a fleeting thought, easily dismissed.

Similar to that master of puppeteers, Wolinski's bandmates are each immersed in their own little raucous and surely sinful worlds. The most introverted, yet also most voiced, Joe Fro plays out of his skin yet within himself, paying excruciating attention to his every pedal movement and makes sure that every single delayed note hits the home run that is required. Rob Jones cuts a lone figure at the rear as he thrashes his drums, apparently with rapid machinegun technology gracing his wrists, and Simon Wright takes centre stage apart with vigorous musicianship on his bass that worries the front row of the Barfly's crowd more than his bandmates. They couldn't care less what he was doing with his body. As long as it sounded right.

The beauty of 65daysofstatic's wonderful discharge of carefully crafted noise lies right here. The perfect harmony in which they play together is harnessed by their apparent indifference to each other. It makes for a beautiful relationship. This band, void of any vocal element, spill out a separate kickass, world-class symphony for every single minute they grace this stage. The movement and the arrangement of their magnificent opuses are mirrored immaculately by the quartet that provide the glitch-filled, ambient textures tonight. With yet another comprehensive UK tour beginning in a month's time, you can be sure of many more wired performances from 65daysofstatic.