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The wanton wending between camden and somewhere near the asymptote provides the scientists with many an anecdote and urban myth.
The first myth was found a long time ago.....
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Llama farmers/Biffy Clyro The Garage Highbury
The Beggar's Banquet stablemates combined to create a messy milieu deep within the dingy Garage. First up were the Celtic warriors Biffy Clyro, looking like a tramp and twins respectively. Rosa Campbell Praed says everything is becoming homogenised and Americanised, and in this case she is right. Unlike Camucia, the Biffy Clyro lead singer alternates from deep seductive American drawl to banshee esque melodic scream that would will surely have Kurt and Jeff looking down, and the critics sharpening their knives. That is, until, the second vocalist appears, stealth like, from behind the kit, ammalgamating two tunes into a single chorus of passion. Combine this with the wanton screams of the bassist, and suddenly the coglommerate of vocal melodicore is interlaced with the angular bouts of thrash that seem to be the requirement of all the mathematicians. From finding themselves in danger of entering the Buckley influenced quagmire that seems to trap any new band, Biffy Clyro suddenly excel into an emotive plateau that belies the uninspired production of their records.
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Ursa + Caretaker, The Peel, Kingston
Caretaker stumble onstage as if they are troglodyte children, recieving their first burst of natural light. But their apparent embarassment at having to perform to the select suburban crowd belies their mogwai-go-pop sensibities. It's fascinating that 4 normal kids in seafood t-shirts can stir up such a torrent of noize, often topped off with some unexpectedly sweet melodicisms. The wild-haired wild man on drumming dutis is the star of the show, flailing at his kit as if it is all that is left, whilst his compadres, bent double over their humming instruments, squeeze every possible drop of feedback from well-worn foot pedals.........
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