Milk It all-dayer at The Lexington (The Telescopes, Dead Rabbits, One Unique Signal)

And so to ‘North’ London and the beautfiul Lexington on the Pentonville Road for an all-dayer full of drone, dirge, a touch of shoegaze, but no little pop either.  I say all-dayer… I got there just before 8, procured a rather pongy bottle of water from the bar, and duly ink-splatted (tickets were £7 for an early bird, £10 for those of us without worms) I ascended the stairway to the venue. 

I’d been there a few months back to see Six by Seven and it’s a good place to see bands – stage just at the right height, good sound, lots of seating for your correspondent to tweet and play his baseball game in between bands.  First up were OUS, who were outstanding, dealing manfully with a troublesome bass and a collapsing speaker stack and filling the room with huge slabs of noise, with several tracks from their latest album Aether (Genepool Records).  Next come Dead Rabbits, whose selection box of sonic treats – each one distinctly different but satisfyingly indulgent all the same worked really well – a special mention to the Fender Jaguar wheeling guitarist who looked like I did when I was his age (if I was a proper journo I would researched the names) and the ice-cool drummer lady.  And then the main event.  I once said that Stephen Lawrie playing with OUS as the backing band was the indie equivalent of Trigger’s broom, but after seeing the combo perform songs from Taste at the Underbelly a few years back – I didn’t really want to miss this.  Lawrie ambles on – part Geography supply teacher, part Fall frontman and sits at the side of the stage.  Starting with “There Is No Floor”, the Signals are alive – not least as one of their member, has set up his pedals down on the floor and is thrashing away amongst us.  There’s ‘Violence’ and ‘Suicide’ – but nothing like the versions on the ‘Trademark of Quality’ LP from years ago and there’s HARM, the seemingly impenetrable release from last year.  Lawrie curls into a ball and screams for all his might, fiddling with his pedals trying to capture the.perfect.sound.  For 45 minutes, he held his audience captivated and entranced.  And then off.  Image

I drove home, the One Unique Signal CD playing, through the clear streets of central London back home.  It was a splendid way to make myself late for work. 
 

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