Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Holy Fuck - Pressure Point
Really, you wouldn’t go see a band calling themselves Holy Fuck expecting choral recital or earnest folk strumming. And whilst there is more melody, colour and playful charm to Holy Fuck than their gung-ho name suggests, there’s not operational band with a moniker that so accurately transcribes one’s internal monologue when in thrall to their live sound.
They manned the stage with bassist, drummer and two hyperactive electronics operators who tweaked and hammered a succession of wonky Casios and FX pedals. And devoid of the omnipresent glow of a laptop it was immensely refreshing to hear synthetic sounds emanating from a stage where there was evidently more going on than someone perhaps updating their Facebook status.
Lord only knows how they kept it all together - but the organised chaos approach only enhanced the experience and HF treated a Pressure Point packed with grinning, wide-eyed hipsters and tipsters to an hour of trippy, motorik electronica and pulverising dance-rock that moved both the heart and the feet. Awesome in every sense.
posted by: Jim Brackpool @ 10:45 PM
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