London WC1 Borderline

Violent imagery is nothing new, but some of the imagery tonight seems worse than that employed by horrible metal bands long gone, who existed solely to be used as an annoyance by teenagers...

London WC1 Borderline

Sometimes groups stay underground because they shouldn't be brought into the light. [a]Swans[/a] were a fearsome crew in the early-'80s who caused terror through high volume, and slowly mutated into a weird folk-rock outfit. And now [a]Angels Of Light[/a], their ex-leader [a]Michael Gira[/a]'s new act, have formed, to make an American music that revels in unpleasantness, but draws from simple, traditional sources. With the occasional foray into oppressive noise, of course.



It's so quiet in here at one point, the strains of Dusty Springfield's 'Son Of A Preacher Man' leak in from the bar upstairs. But when the songs do come, covering extremes of bad human behaviour, sexual and otherwise - within an enhanced acoustic format that finds room for keyboards, two guitars, two basses and a drumkit - the reasons for the silence could be shock or revulsion.



The first song etches out a prison cell scenario, 'My New Body' raises the noise levels, while 'Song For My Father' is full of self-revulsion. All keeping with Gira's old ethos, but with a directness that is rather unnerving.



Violent imagery is nothing new, but some of the imagery tonight seems worse than that employed by horrible metal bands long gone, who existed solely to be used as an annoyance by teenagers. [a]Angels Of Light[/a] won't even get that chance - being as far away from the mainstream as it is possible to be.

To rate this track, log in to NME.COM

To read all our reviews first - days before they appear online - check out NME magazine, on sale every Wednesday

Comments

Please login to add your comment.

More Videos
More
Latest Tickets - Booking Now
 
Know Your NME
 

 
NME Store & Framed Prints
Inside NME.COM