Tuesday 16 February 2016, 8pm
Cracking line-up put together Australian free noise musician Lucas Abela! Formerly known as Justice Yeldham, Abela now performs under the moniker Granpa, as well as his pick-up trio, Rice屎Corpse. For this show the trio will feature a new line up featuring MXLX’s Matt Loveridge on piano and former Boredoms drummer E-da behind the kit.
Formerly known as Justice Yeldham, Granpa is the new persona for maverick Australian free noise musician Lucas Abela. The difference between the two are subtle, Abela still performs on shards of broken glass turned into crude musical instruments. Played by pursing his lips against the panes and vibrating them using vocal techniques akin to throat singing crossed with raspberries, creating an erratic array of strangely controlled, while oddly musical, cacophonous noise. While Yeldham is centered on ecstatic pure improvisation often resulting in maniacal performances, Granpa is an attempt to rein in the instrument and take it in a more musical direction. Abela also hopes the change might help to dispel the negative connotations his bloody forays as Yeldham have created, the blood for some overshadowing a truly unique musical output. However this transformation is far from complete Yeldham being the Hyde to Granpa’s Jekyll, occasionally taking over his subconscious.
Rice Corpse is Lucas Abela’s pick up band featuring a piano and drums rhythm section, counterpointing Abela’s unhinged glass playing. The line up is modelled on a trio originally formed in Beijing in 2008, who recorded the Album Mrs Rice for Yan Jun’s SUB JAM label. Since then the band has resurfaced with new Australian and French line-ups. For Otto a new line up has formed featuring MXLX’s Matt Loveridge on Piano and former Boredoms drummer E-da behind the kit. The band shows off the versatility of the glass as an instrument, the other players forcing Abela to play more rhythmically than his usually frenetic output as a soloist. Together they play a trance like mix of piano stabs and offbeat drums held together by the glass screeching noise.
“There are infinite worlds in the multiverse, many of them strange. Though few are as strange as the one this Bristolian inhabits. For starters, what to call him? At various points in time and space, and depending on how the waning light falls across his furry face, he's variously known as Matt Loveridge, Matt Williams, MXLX, Fairhorns, Team Brick, Knife Liibrary, among others, some of which are facets of a cryptic mythological organisation he calls THE CROATOA INSTITUTE. His identity is as fluid as his music, his protean muse warping through pulsing electronica and harrowing, ritualistic improvisation, downbeat acoustic reflection, full-on brain-fisting noise, onrushing motorik and bone-splintering doom. He's the living, breathing, howling avatar of a healthy DIY underground, one that values space for ideas and experimentation over genre delineations and cults of personality. ??His latest album - although, given his prolific level of activity, that statement may have been invalidated by the time you reach the end of this parenthetical interjection - Fuckup Rush is a thing of wonder, an ecstatic heap of filthy, noise-speckled electropop bin-rattling, poignant drift and tormented mantras. Loveridge describes it, in his own inimitable linguistic knotweed, thus: "NEW DIRT // NEON DIGITAL PUNK // LEAVE THE MISTAKES IN, CAPTAIN [...] Bitter wallowin' and alco-vibes thrummin forever, strippin' back what once was the cool-guy who don't emotion on anything with Motorik and John Carpenter vibes, gone gone gone is that, a more pure radge pulse comes on THIS NOW! More like Atari TWEENAGE Riot now yeh - less disinterested hipster, now I wanna ENGAGE." While there's something both warmly intimate and ultimo-caffeine manic about Loveridge's stuff, it's not a bunch of ham-fisted poundings, compensating for technical shortcomings with passion and pugilism. Behind the sometimes dishevelled and chaotic aesthetic lies some serious, well-honed skill - as a composer, improviser, multi-instrumentalist and, particularly, as a vocalist. His is a cavernous howl that can shake the skulls of distant whales, should he wish it.” – Matt Evans, The Quietus
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