Nine Feet Underground

Some days I can't be doing with all this fussy melody and harmony shit. Let's face it, it's overrated. Some days my brain just needs sounds that battle with the noise within.  Trying to change what can't be changed. Trying to find warmth where there is none. Trying to not be one, amongst many, always ending up one. Sea of feedback, ocean of noise, fog of reverb, swallow me up, make me none amongst the infinite. Les Rallizes Dénudés, take it away...

Acid Mothers Temple have been on my 'must see' list for some time, but for one reason or another I've missed out on tour after tour, so the chance to see them in Oxford was something I couldn't miss. My son and I arrived early for the gig in time to grab some excellent Turkish food and drinks before heading a few doors down to The Bullingdon.  Who should we see hanging around outside, waiting to get access to the inexplicably locked dressing room, only  AMT in civvies, and I couldn't resist taking a shot of them, though I did stop short of getting a selfie! Organised/promoted by Divine Schism, the gig was originally to be hosted at The Jericho Tavern, but for some reason at the last minute it was moved a few miles down the road to The Bullingdon on the Cowley Road.  The downside of the move was that the curfew in East Oxford was 10, rather than 11 in Jericho, and with a bill including two local bands, it meant sets were to be kept tight and equipment ch