As I've said before on this 'ere blog, sometimes the random, unexpected events are the best. This is often the case with gigs, and was definitely the case on a Sunday night three ago when I encountered the semi-legendary "post-rock" band Mogwai in the Bristol Beacon. I was only vaguely aware of Mogwai before, mostly their reputation for extreme volume, but thought it would be an interesting gig. Sarah didn't fancy going out on a school night, so I made the journey down to Brizzle on my own - an easy drive down the M5, into the city and the Trenchard Street car park, literally a few steps from the venue.
I got there as support act Forest Swords was about half way through his set. A one-man band with various decks, samplers and synths at his disposal, Matthew Barnes ( for 'tis his real name ) was creating some atmospheric soundscapes, while projected geometric shapes danced around him. All very cool in a chin-stroking, nodding-nonchalantly-along kind of way, but somewhat lacking in passion. The last couple of "songs" added some tasty beats and edged the filmic sound more towards an Underworld/Orb style which was more my thing. He went down very well with the audience and it set things up nicely for the more guitar-based sound of Mogwai...
After all the online talk about extreme volume and warnings to wear ear plugs ( I saw a few people doing that ), I must admit I didn't find the gig unbearably loud. Oh yeah, it was loud alright, but I often complain that gigs aren't loud enough these days, so it suited me fine. I'd positioned myself fairly close to the front and just slightly right of centre ( unlike my politics, right kids? ) so I wouldn't be directly in line with the PA - I think that helped. Mogwai finished with probably the only number of theirs that I'd heard of - Mogwai Fear Satan - which was a huge crowd-pleaser. I knew this was the epitome of the loud-quiet-LOUD style and I was expecting it to kick off - which it literally did as, after a tension-building quiet-ish section, the three guitarists all stamped on their effects pedals and the sound hit the stratosphere. Red lights and strobes flashed as the noise hit the crowd like a fighter jet taking off - a rushing, monolithic wall of sound you could feel punching you in the chest. It was fantastic.
With a brief "Thank you so much" from the taciturn Braithwaite, the band exited the stage to the sound of waves of feedback as their guitars were left on the floor to reverberate. And our ears were reverberating too. It had been a hugely impressive performance from a super-talented band, a real eye-opener for me. What a gig! What a sound! What a band!







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