10 Tracks You Need To Hear This Week (2/9/2015)
London Highbury Garage
As if you needed reminding, these men are not your friends. Heroes only to the sort of people who won't admit to having heroes, the [a]Wire[/a] reunion continues to be a source of marvel and confusion
But then understanding Wire - from leading punk's cryptic art wing, through filtering surrealism into '80s pop, to their myriad solo experiments - has never really been the point. Newman, Gilbert, Gotobed and Lewis have always made a music that's detached and impressive rather than matey and accessible. Empathy? How vulgar.
Tonight is no exception. In contrast with their multi-media event at the Royal Festival Hall in the winter, it's a proper, grimy rock show. Michael Clark is here, for sure, but lurking by the bar rather than dancing onstage, and the only ambient side-project on display is the ten minutes of effects pedal mucking about at the start whilst Bruce Gilbert tries to make his guitar work. Then, for what is reputedly the last time, they go digging in the crevices of their back catalogue for the chill riffs, the motorik rhythms, the dazzlingly opaque lyrics. And still, as they lurch artfully through 'Lowdown', or recreate the tense prettiness of 'Silk Skin Paws', Wire remain a tremendous idea for a band, driven by that callous and highly effective disregard for the emotional niceties music normally at least pretends to have. A farewell to all that can rarely have been less sentimental.
Former Disney star enlists The Flaming Lips and Ariel Pink on a thrillingly weird surprise album
Abel Tesfaye's dark, twisted album is at odds with the glossy pop world he's been thrust into
The Cavan teenagers attack album two with abandon, largely at the expense of quality
A still-vital John Lydon rages towards retirement on a saucy, scuzzy new album