The Battle of Brighton Live

SoG’s new out-reach programme nearly fell at the first hurdle when various acts were booked to appear in Bond Street’s trendy bar Riki Tik’s on 30th September as part of Brighton Live’s city-wide free music fest. Let’s just say that the selection of abstract electro-acoustic experimentation didn’t go down that well with the locals. Funny as it sounds OK to me when I listen to it now, particularly Dan Powell‘s set, which started the evening off:


This Sound Bureacracy followed, although technical problems stopped them producing the full range of sounds that were planned. Despite this, the set still came together from time to time:


The tentative nature of the performance didn’t help with the audience though, so here is the entirety of Minimal Impact‘s set, before he ran for the hills:


Celled didn’t play at all, but the night was saved when, fresh from his triumph at Concorde 2, Rashamon rode in on his white charger and quietened the natives with a smooth performance of hypnotic beats and melodies, which quite frankly was what the whole gig should have been like if we had thought it through. I’m sorry to say that I was cowering in the corner by this time, so didn’t get a recording of the set, but please acept my word when I say it was a cracker.

Tony Rimbaud

April Show

Three acts booked plus a special bonus guest courtesy of Britch and Bela.

Starting the evening first solo performance at the Spirit of Gravity for Founder and Malevich member Tony Rimbaud as I’m Dr Bouyant.

The Joy of Loops and The pleasure of extreme repetition would seem to be his forte, you’ve had a preview of the cd, it seems next up will be a minis cd of this show, so consider this a preview of that.


Chris arranged for Kay Grant to play as his last booking before he moved to the big city. She came along with her sideband project: Chris Weaver, a former heavy metal drummer turned laptops and electronics improvisor and dan hayhurst, a sculptor who used tape loops and found sound. I don’t know if it was deliberate but they were composed on stage left to right tallest to shortest; analogue to digital, with Kay holding the centra ground all the way.
their music was a mesmerising performance of wibbling tape manipulations, processed vocal sounds and strange digital inprovisations.

here is the first eight minutes of their set:


We had a heartfelt tribute to the late poet and humorist Ivor Cutler and then our surprise guest for the evening played. Ultrafoetus, it was short and chunky, we liked it. heres a picture of Fuzz, catlike, stalking the beat in his laptop.

And heres an mp3 of one of his pieces.

Minimal Impact was very pleased to bring the show to a close with an off the cuff dream piece about the war on noise, or was it the noise on terror?

We listened to it in the near dark, and its at its best if you do, too.

Ah, I’ve lost it. Doh!
I’ll find it yet!

Found it: again its the initial part of the set