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Music Style
Instrumental sample-rich mash of rock progressions and analogue trippiness |
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Similar Artists
Spiritualized , Orbital , Pink Floyd, Chemical Brothers , Inspiral Carpets , The Pixies |
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Instruments
guitar bass keyboards sampler drums |
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Press Reviews
Taken from Nightshift http://nightshift.oxfordmusic.net
http://nightshift.oxfordmusic.net/0701/live-pg6.html
If the secret of The South Sea Company Prospectus’ eventual success is to mash rock progressions and analogue trippiness into one extraordinary fugue of spot-on cool, then my secret for watching them in return, is to say do it through your eyelids. To open them, would give you the unprepossessing sight of four musicians systematically handcrafting an electric heavy orchestra of compelling vocal loops and flanged riffs. To close them and surrender, through the veils of maroon and orange, will leave you strapped to the nose cone of the Millennium Falcon or mentally channel hopping on the Dream Frequency.
Like a beautiful metal figurine I saw once in a war museum, created by a POW out of melted down shrapnel, the amalgam of Matt Spooner on bass (ex-Monolithic); Richard Watkinson on guitar (ex-Shuffle), Jim Driscoll on keyboards (Drug Squad) and Colin Dickens on drums (ex-Suntrap), into TSSCP, has created one of the most significantly interesting new bands in Oxford at the moment. Their apparent intention of snubbing the current lazy computer-dependant scene and channelling modern club sensibilities through organic, squelchy Farfisa electronica and guitar layering from different eras, is the key. Tonight, ‘We Are The Machine’, with its Chemical Brothers ‘Hey Girl...’ genome, is a case in point: with far grizzlier bass and guitar lines, the fret wranglers claw back the ground lost to the digital dancefloor. ‘Little Hitler’ starts out on a Fleetwood Mac ‘Albatross’ vibe before jetting off to become the blitzkrieg groove you’d want playing on your in-car CD if you were a rally driver. But it’s the extended voodoo rock tracks like ‘Without Change’ and final number ‘Coming up for Air’ that give you those weird out-of-body experiences. Starting off as an innocent four-way splash about between Pink Floyd, Orbital, Spiritualized and an Atari Computer game, the ripples build and build into a Continent-swallowing Tsunami as you go from foot tapping to dancing like a Native American, never wanting it to end, lost in the phase. Sure, it’s only six months old. Sure, it has a habit of wobbling in the most human way imaginable. But this thing has legs, baby. Join the queue and close your eyes.
Paul Carrera |
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Location
Oxford, OXON - United Kingdom |
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