Holy Moly. Liverpool Sound City Part Three showed why the world was watching last night as an explosion of cosmo-rock and Merseyside talent rocked up to the doorways of every haunt on the streets of the Pool.
Leading the beat were Canadians Holy Fuck shaking the foundations of the Stanley Theatre with their rhythmic ferocity and percussive propulsion, an act which couldn’t be further from the soulful doowop yooooop at the Zanzibar when Cocabelles jumped-suited their way onto a stage of sax, leotards and headbands.
In a night of contrasts and extremity, Cardiff enigmas Islet, kicked the Kazimier into life with maniacal fourway drumkit slaying, displaying a progressive pounding which neatly segued into a Woodstock-gone-Brooklyn twang as Ganglians hollered in the lazy summer daze.
Sleigh Bells, representing MIA‘s on it label NEET, ripped up electro-scuzz-hop killing new venue the Shipping Forecast before hometown heroes Wave Machines brought day two to a close with their falsetto-dark darling yadder which saw tongues hanging on to their every sexalicious slur. They don’t really do slurs. But if they did it would be sexalicious.
Liverpool Sound Ciy. Fifty per cent done. One hundred pent involved. Getintothis.
Pictures courtesy of Mark McNulty, Mina Bihi, Sakura Zilla, Conor McDonnell and Matt Thomas.
