Imagine yourself being stuck in a lift between the eighth and ninth floor of a massive industrial complex somewhere in the heart of Milton Keynes. For 48 hours. With little ventilation except for the odd crack in the adjoining seal between the sliding doors and cage-like floor. Alone and hungry, tired and sweaty. What would be going through your mind? A dishevelled state of paranoia, one imagines...
One listen to Two Hours Of Passionless Tango gives some indication of what kind of experience one could have if fortune favoured the not-so brave. If spiralling intensity, clustered beats punctuated by semi-organic, classic(al) rock riffs and soul-bleeding wordplay form part of your wishlist, then this six-song mini-album from London's newest electronically-charged pulse-rockers on the block is right up your street.
Whilst Two Hours Of Passionless Tango is uneasy listening in places - more because of its visceral tendency to cause frayed nerves than any musical deficiencies - the complicated surges from angst-driven power chords to subtle Muse-esque balladry (not to mention apocalyptic jams that actually do the term 'progressive rock' justice, in that they do start and end at distinctly opposite ends of the musical spectrum) would suggest that twentysixfeet have not only spent a hell of a lot of time practising how to play their instruments, but they've also thought about creating something that is unlikely to be repeated elsewhere. Unless, of course, you've seen their live show, which really is from another planet.
Singer Beorn Holmes switches from a soothing falsetto to the grandson of Beelzebub on the incendiary, pulsating 'All Things Fall Apart', while the haunting bass and prophetic vocals on 'You're Too Cold' are eerily reminiscent of Killing Joke, back in the day when dub wasn't an unfashionable word.
Consequently, Two Hours Of Passionless Tango could be the soundtrack to your greatest nightmare or, at worst, a simulated ride through the synapse of a schizophrenic. Now, is somebody gonna get those blasted doors open or what...
7Dom Gourlay's Score