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By the beard of Zeus! These 2 pages of live reviews are the fucking motherlode of IDM (sorry for terrible genre moniker) it’s seems incredible that all this happened within the same week. Where to fucking start?

Well probably best to hi-light the smallest, most shoddily written review of Autechre’s debut live performance first cause it’s easily missed. I know hindsight is a marvellous thing and all that but given given that Incanubula (A STONE COLD FUCKING CLASSIC – DOWNLOAD!) had already been released they’re not given nearly enough prominence on the page. If you were there please comment!

Reynolds gets the dream ticket of Vapourspace, Aphex Twin, Moby (before he wrote music to sell cars) and Orbital. Reynold’s nails the description of Vapourspace’s Gravitational Arch of 10 (another STONE COLD FUCKING CLASSIC – DOWNLOAD!) as “cyber-Bach variations that make your flesh ripple” and that’s before the E kicks in.

Push takes on The Orb at Brixton Academy and makes me smile with “As The Orb journey further into the fourth dimension, several members of the audience enter the fifth” and continues in the same playful manner at the Megadog, “because the bar shuts fours hours before the close of play – extra curricular activity is ordained. In the name of duty, in the name of investigative journalism; in the name of…oh, sod it, you only live once.” Too right matey!

There’s 3,000 people inside but a thousand have been turned away at the gates by the time Trans Global Underground take to the stage. A thousand! A fucking thousand that didn’t get in! Does any club get even a thousand people inside it these days?

“It’s six am and Megadog comes to a blinding, light-up halt. We smile in unison with the sweaty bodies that surround us, knowing that we’ve just experienced the very best club in the world. Ever”

Those were the days. Those were the fucking days.

Vapourspace – Gravitational Arch of 10 (this is the radio edit – get the long version)

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Andrew Mueller reviews Radiohead live at The Forum, London. Photo Steve Gullick.

13 years later can we name the others in the band yet? Well there’s Johnny Greenwood and there’s another Greenwood, a brother, but I can’t think of his name off the top of my head. And then there’s an Ed something or other but the drummer, the drummer I still can’t name. Which is all the more funny because I’ve just remembered that I have actually met him at Reading Festival. 1998 I think. A friend I was with knew Radiohead from growing up in Oxford and he joined us for a drink. I am sure we were introduced but then I’m terrible with names as I’ve just proved so who knows. All I know is that I don’t know his name.

Radiohead are supposedly big on the environment aren’t they? It’s a good enough link. Please do take the time to watch this brilliant, brilliant animation about climate change and its causes. 10 minutes very, very well spent – I guarantee you that you’ll learn something. Apparently Thom Yorke employs a woman to trawl the web for him, searching out things he might like and bringing them to his attention. Well Thom – you should like this.

http://wakeupfreakout.org/film/tipping.html

Elsewhere Neil Kulkarni expresses his love for Coventry while in the process of reviewing Eat Static at Coventry University and Lisa Hoftijzer (who?…anyone?) is “moved deeply…to the bar” (drum splash) by The Mission at Rock City, Nottingham. Which reminds me of another little memory from around this time.

It’s early morning, 6am or thereabouts and I stagger, bleery eyed, into Hereford train station cafe. I don’t expect to see many people at this time of the morning but I certainly don’t expect to see the whole of the fucking Mission sat around a table playing cards, waiting for the London train. One of them has a copy of The Independent. One of them is wearing shorts. This is all I can remember. They sit on the train at the next table to me. They carry on playing cards all they way to Reading where they get out but not one of them speaks for the entire journey. I don’t know if they’d had an argument or what but it definitely felt odd, more than odd in fact, it felt grim. And tedious. It made being in a band seem like really fucking hard work, which I suppose it is, especially when you’ve been flavour of the month and are still flogging a dead horse 10 years after the adulation has faded. I suppose this is why I’ve managed to remember it. Having said that I probably never would have if I hadn’t sat down to scan this in tonight so thanks for jogging my memories Lisa, whoever and wherever you are.

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