229 THE VENUE, LONDON
A band with deep roots in London’s underground scene, tonight’s headliners have forged a clear community around themset the nocturnal tone, their cavernous, doom-laden trudge taking on an ever-expanding, ritualistic air as bristling grooves are swathed in luminous, baleful atmospheres like wraiths swirling around your pineal gland. It’s an unnerving state of delirium that take a parallel, instrumental route to. Their cowled, barefooted frontman writhes over an alto sax as the band’s mantric momentum buffets Middle Eastern melodies and tracks build up towards a state of critical mass that, even if they’re not fully reached, still make for the most scenic of journeys. When it comes to carving out sonic space, however,
