21.12.12 - 06:21pm
Bit late on this but Heatsick was particularly good the other week in Cambridge. Lot of cheerleading for the PAN label lately but there’s an undeniability about their aggressive hipsterbait bombdrop agenda that I only wish I had videoed Lee Gamble deejaying relentless ‘nuum hardware and going “BOOM!” whenever the crowd vibed on the new track to illustrate, if you get me. I have the photos waiting for another post, at least. But yeah, all 7 of us were spoiled down in The Cow’s bowels, and I felt daft that I hadn’t quite expected what I got. I liked Dream Tennis but I thought it was somehow associated with something from across the Atlantic that I’m a bit sniffy about, so that should teach me. Yeah, hard to encapsulate the virtuosity of the enactment of the scope of his vision but when my brother described him as the Gerry Adams of House it seemed to make a kind of hilarious sense in my cidery mind, even though it doesn’t. Suffice to say it’s a perfectly distilled thing that’s a bit too simple to parse in a way, like a good drug. I copped the Deviation off him, but can’t put my hands on his Intersex anywhere cheap.