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Is it the onset of boredom settling in or is a gradual feeling of anticipation creeping over me? If it is the former then it’s a feeling that had better dissipate soon. And the latter, well that’s surely a good sign. Considering the 11pm curfew I find myself clock watching, observing minutes slowly disappearing into the depths of… Ahh, finally Crystal Castles are here.

Crystal Castles

The Toronto electronic noise experimentalists commence amid an explosion of strobe lighting powerful enough to make half of Wolverhampton’s epileptic population diving for cover. And all with fully working ears wince in pain. It’s loud, brutal and bullies you into submission. At regular moments just when you think you’re safe, you find yourself dancing musically blind before being attacked by a riff and a break you recognise.

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Break the music down into its simplest form and it’s incredibly catchy. Start with a bouncing popcorn riff, build it up with several, more complex layers, add a smattering of drums, mix in a healthy dose of mayhem and the result is a Castle formed entirely from Crystals.

Crystal Castles

There are elements of CC’s recorded music that worms it’s way into your soul, Alice Glass has a voice that can convey meaning. But in the eye of the madness I couldn’t help feeling slightly let down. Watching them perform a few feet away I didn’t feel anything and began finding Alice’s screeching unnecessary and grating. But the aspect most unforgivable, shortchanged from an advertised 90 minute set cut down to 60 minutes. I’ll never see those 30 lost minutes again. Ever.

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Words by Lee Hathaway, email Lee.
Photos by Wayne Fox, email Wayne.

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