Incapacitants were the next act; rock n' roll was what they were all about. The two by-day salarymen in offices of their banks transformed into rock monsters tonight and they have been at it for 3 decades. The electricity from their circuit-linked noise set-up seemed to course through their bodies and in turn, sent tremours throughout the audience and the venue. They kick serious ass. Especially when one of them stage-dived into the crowd. Sheer Dionsyian abundance.
Ramleh came on next and their signature mix of psychedelic guitar-pyrotechnics with the wall-of-noise of power electronics is all about melting the ether and freeing the synapses of the audience. Volcanic and immersive, the duo was still at the top of their game.
When Cut Hands, a.k.a. William Bennett of Whitehouse and Come notoriety came on at around 9.20, the mood was right for what was in store for the congregation of refuse-niks, Noise heads, long-hair freaks & other assorted weirdos. The thundering Afro beats with the accompanying bass rumble shook the place, the images on the wall presented still photographs of Africans in their various daily affairs but pulsing in synch with the almost distorting and overloading rhythms from Bennett's laptop. What the hell was he emitting? Basic Channel filtered through cassette-quality Sublime Frequencies tapes and re-fed back into the existentialist speculation of modern life? This is not merely Noise transmogrified through beats but this is a sign of what is to come, in other words, I saw the future of music and it is Cut Hands.
