My adventures at the final-ever Triptych kicked off in style yesterday with Sebadoh's gig at The Classic Grand. The reformed indie trio were in fine form, a belligerent burst of noise, with discussions beforehand over whether my memories of them appearing on Top of the Pops were yet another figment of my fickle imagination. But no! They were indeed on, performing Flame - according to the sloppy and carefree internet search I've just performed - meaning that I can rest easy... Copy Haho were first on, and the Stonehaven band looked right at home performing as part of such a stellar line-up, the sardonic musings of Joe bringing some welcome deadpan commentary to proceedings.
The revelation of the night were Pram, who I'd never heard before, mesmerising percussive grooves sublimated by slinking brass, the synthesis of digital and analogue suitably discombobulating, aided by unsettling accompanying visuals. If Twin Peaks was throwing a party this would be the soundtrack, as it would if David Lynch reimagined the cantina scene in Star Wars. Either way, they were sublime, a true, unexpected delight. Enjoy:
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