A multi-award-winning experience of what it’s like to live in constant fear, from rookie Hungarian director László Nemes
Live Review : Crystal Antlers
Retro Bar, Manchester Thursday, March 12
And what a debut. Crystal Antlers’ garage-fused, hallucinogenic punk melange is ridiculously exciting. They make noises a million miles away from the surf drool you’d expect of their Long Beach roots. Preaching an eclectic formula with such conviction, it’s like hearing The Magic Roundabout invaded by a mushroom-dosed Keith Morris. Still, whatever this madness is, we’re ready to believe in it.
‘Andrew’ is a radiant example of Bell’s screechy rock vocals, upon which Sexual Chocolate turns out to be part rhythm master, part legend – we’re talking pelvic thrusts worthy of a libido superhero. And as they finish with the psyched-to-the-eyeballs ‘Parting Song For The Torn Sky’ and begin to pack up, the audience don’t move. They’ve made a barrier around the cave-like stage and, as Bell looks on at the expectant crowd and asks, “Another song?” the answer is translated via the giddy screams of grown men. ‘Arcturus’ explodes, as does several people’s DNA which manages to land on NME’s face in the form of approximately three different saliva samples. It’s gross but also worth it, because Crystal Antlers are so alarmingly refreshing that for a split second, we think that the orange Tango twat has paid us a visit for extra clarity.
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