ARTiST: And So I Watch You From Afar
TiTLE: This Is Our Machine And Nothing Can Stop It
GENRE: Instrumental Rock
TiME: 26:24 min
SiZE: 38,1 MB
RiP DATE: May-28-2007
RELEASE DATE: 000-00-2007
01. I Capture Castles 07:19
02. The Voiceless 07:05
03. Holylands, 4am 02:09
04. The Machine 06:56
05. WPB 6am 02:55
|You have certain expectations of a band whose debut|
EP is titled 'This Is Our Machine And Nothing Can
Stop It', namely momentum, drive, dynamism, and a
sheer unfettered avalanche of sound. And So I Watch
You From Afar effortlessly deliver, bringing a
brain-annihilating barrage of rhythms and
rottweiler, what's just been kicked in the knackers,
fury. It's an awing show of musical strength.
Looking across the venue I spot yourcodenameis:milo
cowering in a corner.
ASIWYFA are of the instrumental post-rock ilk, but
put away your childish Mogwai comparisons: they are
far from being a flat-pack clone. Tonight we get
prog, autobahn-cruising rhythms, flitting firefly
guitar and jazz odyssey improv. Songs such as 'I
Capture Castles' and 'The Machine' are ominous
cavalcades of sound, the rippling percussion and
primal riffs relentlessly battering the audience.
The belligerent snarl of 'Screaming Ground'
instantly informs us that yourcodenameis:milo are in
no mood to take a spanking from their support act.
Indeed, few bands have as visceral a live presence
as an on-message milo. And tonight they are
fluently, poetically, noisily on-message; they are a
musical slap round the chops, demanding our
attention, the playing for the duration of this
performance tighter than a miser's fist.
Though the majority of the set is, inevitably, drawn
from current album They Came From The Sun, there is
more than enough from the back catalogue to sate the
considerable, 'loved 'em from the beginning'
contingent. The heavens-questing guitars of
'Seventeen' push up and out with all the might of a
Hungarian women's weightlifting team. And if the
guitar playing is fine then the rhythm section is
formidable. The bass on songs such as 'I'm
Impressed' and 'Evening' is unusually heavy,
rumbling like the stomach of an obese man with a
And, as if we weren't already feeling disoriented
enough, frontman Paul Mullan decides to ratchet the
surreally shell-shocked factor up a notch or two by
playing the encore sporting a large horse's head.
It's a photo-finish between tonight's two acts, but
headliners milo take it, the gracious winners
declaring ASIWYFA their new favourite band and
leaving us with a thought on previous touring
partners Enter Shikari: "shit, shit, shit".