With their bigger and better second album, London-based indie/dance band Boxed In have earned their breakout moment
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[B]Parish[/B] gathers various members of [B]Portishead, Tricky[/B] and [a]PJ Harvey[/a]'s bands and plays the soundtrack to an unreleased Belgian film: one which, judging by the excerpts on show to
The premise is as follows: Parish gathers various members of Portishead, Tricky and PJ Harvey's bands and plays the soundtrack to an unreleased Belgian film: one which, judging by the excerpts on show tonight, makes Andy Warhol's home videos resemble Independence Day.
Yet, there are some fine moments. Mainly when they offer proof that all those claims about trip-hop's cinematic dimensions were spot on, or when Parish rallies his troops in the direction of a tune. Something he does with bewildering eclecticism, sailing through Mercury Rev-style folk, diseased Hawaiian melodies and then the occasional nod to Ennio Morricone.
The problem is such moments are as scarce as plutonium deposits, and when they do materialise they drift off into an ether of pointless fiddling so quickly you wonder whether they're simply tuning up, or merely taking the piss.
Part experimental gig, part avant-garde multi-media explosion of chin-stroking, the idea of four blokes simply playing guitar is a distant memory. But bemusement is fresh in the mind.
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