Pity poor Ganger. For Glasgow's pioneering post-rockers now find themselves in the middle of a cruel game of catch-up...
PITY POOR GANGER. FOR Glasgow’s pioneering post-rockers now find themselves in the middle of a cruel game of catch-up as they struggle to match the refined droning of their peers and, perhaps more pertinently, of their former selves.
It’s their own fault, of course. By failing to capitalise, for various internal reasons, on their sound – that of the intertwined, groove-locked bass noodle and drum clatter – Ganger appear to have forfeited their invitation to the newfangled post-post-rock party. The place where simply everybody’s talking about this grand new concept – tunes. Heard about ’em?
Fellow Glaswegian soundsmiths Mogwai and Arab Strap certainly have. But if ‘Hammock Style’ is anything to go by, Ganger are still ‘out there’, still loyally poring over the increasingly abstract doodlings of bearded, bass-fondling New Yorkers Ui in the vain hope that they might accidentally stumble upon something as fundamental as a melody. And this is with a new line-up.
Time was when these organic but exacting excursions into rock’s substructure were considered somehow pure and vital. Today, though, even if Ganger do catch up with their contemporaries, you wonder if anyone will be listening.