The Japanese have a word for it: Goma. The recycling of the discarded and the lost into art and music...
For a band more used to charity shop ephemera-hunting and nice strong cups of tea back at the studio bedroom, Pete Astor and chums are a bit freaked out. Having made it past the gargantuan guest list, they take to the stage – well, the bit of concrete in front of the DJ booth – with a noticeable dose of hesitancy.
From here it looks like they’re playing in the stairwell of a multistorey car park. The only thing that’s missing is the pool of piss in the corner. But, hey, it’s only quarter to ten.
They begin with ‘The Wisdom’ and ‘CC’s Dark Days’, Astor not so much playing his guitar, but stroking it like a wind chime. On ‘Marsh Blues’, he’s joined as always by Dave Sheppard, multi-instrumentalist and head man in State River Widening. His skill with weird plastic instruments (probably discovered in between itchy jumpers and worn copies of Wilbur Smith novels at Save The Children stores) beggars belief. He’s probably really good at Scalextric too.
The Japanese have a word for it: Goma. The recycling of the discarded and the lost into art and music. With tonight’s cornucopia of echoing delights, The Wisdom Of Harry could be the first Western masters.