Electrelane

Hey, get down from there! Yeah you Mister Gargoule dancing upon the ceiling! …like you, I am questioning what it is I am drinking. Electrelane seem to be able to do this to me. I’m being imprecise because whatever it is they are doing just now, makes me feel as if I am standing outside of myself or floating above my head like an aparitional balloon anchored to the earth by an ambilical cord. It sounds crazy, I know. Infact, I’d phone the men in whitecoats if the reason for this happening was not an inspiring band like this. A band that smile innocently and look almost embarassed when their guitars ring out a few minutes of feedback ready to thrash and play a strong battalians worth of drumming and keyboards with a bloodpumping in your ears type thud of bass beneath it all. These four ladies seem to be making conurbations of cityscapes for movies built up of hyper-real walls of soundtrack suss. They don’t seem to care why they are doing it, apart from for the sake of art. They just brush on the golden glow of the sun, dash a few seagulls in the upside down silvery spoon skyline and turn all the dirty puddles a silvery blue – inside my head only, of course!

I’m sure bands like this who make pop-art - like on one of the singles of last year ’Film Music’ - will be made illegal. No-one has thought that music really is a drug of sorts. How on earth can enchanting beauty and soul rendering teasing textures of emotions, intoxicatation inducing journeys through sound, all outputed through a pa. system to a squished room of nodding heads, each moving to their own version of the story unfolding in their daydreams, how can that be allowed to enter the mainstream? I mean, seriously, we’d have arty poineers springing up all over the place and no-one would ever want to do any work. Our economy would be worse than it is now. People would starve. Empires would fall. Perhaps they’re onto something?

I guess I’ve forgotten to say what Electrelane sound like. To be honest, it doesn’t really matter but I’m sure it does to you, the curious reader. Ok, they’re a fairly instrumental band, with sounds torn from underground screen plays with lotsa dark bits, bliding strobey bits and endless hours of euphoria. Although their set only lasted little under an hour. Still no help? Sorry. Reality and me don’t mix too well in the fallout from shows like this. As you missed it, go grab my album of last year ’Rock it to the Moon’ out on their own label Let’s Rock and conceive what the buggeré I am going on about.