THE NECKS :: LONDON VORTEX :: 19 MAY 2008
THE NECKS :: LONDON VORTEX :: 19 MAY 2008
The Necks: three guys from Australia - drums (Tony Buck),upright bass (Lloyd Swanton) and keys (Chris Abrahams). Their music has captured the attention of post-post-rock aficionados and improv-jazz avant-gardistas alike, recently earning them a feature article in The Wire magazine. In it they point out that their music exists under two separate identities - on stage and in the studio.
I saw them play at London Vortex, a small upstairs jazz club in Dalston, on 19 May; a warm Monday night in a crowded bar, a small Antipodean contingent mixed in with the transatlantic accents and experimental facial-hair of the regular London jazzbo crowd.
The audience was easily won over by The Necks’ transportative transformations. Microscopic repetitions of piano figures formed the spine of the music. In locked-groove, the drums and bass interbred in hiccupping rhythmic phrases, cycling through their continual minute iterations like cellular automata.
Having anchored his piano’s sustain pedal for ten minutes or more, Abrahams would suddenly release it, snatching the listener away from open ocean breakers and windswept tundra, and depositing them in seedy claustrophobic heat of night-time alleys.
The other players rode the backswing of each movement in effortless ensemble-mode, taking their turns to lead with impetuous shifts in tempo, key and meter. The band showed impressive stamina, maintaining the weft of their carefully interlocking improvisatory domains over nearly three quarters of an hour at a stretch.
I bought their 2006 CD ‘Chemist’ over the bar, and listened to it the next day on the way to work. True to their word, it was a somewhat different animal from their live act.
The elements were still there, but the repetitive piano figures gave way to more textural accompaniments, ornamented with synthesizers, electric guitar and the occasional use of effects. The studio also provides the opportunity to impose structure, and interestingly ‘Chemist’ uses this to subtly underline the trance-like builds and shifting perspectives of their ensemble performance.
The Necks tap a rich seam of potential in their use of extended improvisation to create head-music of softly-stated power. With their absence of cheap dramatic flourishes and wearying structural complexity, they provided me with a lungful of fresh air after a recent string of somewhat stale London avant-music events, for which I am grateful.
------------------------------------------------- David Borrie 24/06/08
The Necks: three guys from Australia - drums (Tony Buck),upright bass (Lloyd Swanton) and keys (Chris Abrahams). Their music has captured the attention of post-post-rock aficionados and improv-jazz avant-gardistas alike, recently earning them a feature article in The Wire magazine. In it they point out that their music exists under two separate identities - on stage and in the studio.
I saw them play at London Vortex, a small upstairs jazz club in Dalston, on 19 May; a warm Monday night in a crowded bar, a small Antipodean contingent mixed in with the transatlantic accents and experimental facial-hair of the regular London jazzbo crowd.
The audience was easily won over by The Necks’ transportative transformations. Microscopic repetitions of piano figures formed the spine of the music. In locked-groove, the drums and bass interbred in hiccupping rhythmic phrases, cycling through their continual minute iterations like cellular automata.
Having anchored his piano’s sustain pedal for ten minutes or more, Abrahams would suddenly release it, snatching the listener away from open ocean breakers and windswept tundra, and depositing them in seedy claustrophobic heat of night-time alleys.
The other players rode the backswing of each movement in effortless ensemble-mode, taking their turns to lead with impetuous shifts in tempo, key and meter. The band showed impressive stamina, maintaining the weft of their carefully interlocking improvisatory domains over nearly three quarters of an hour at a stretch.
I bought their 2006 CD ‘Chemist’ over the bar, and listened to it the next day on the way to work. True to their word, it was a somewhat different animal from their live act.
The elements were still there, but the repetitive piano figures gave way to more textural accompaniments, ornamented with synthesizers, electric guitar and the occasional use of effects. The studio also provides the opportunity to impose structure, and interestingly ‘Chemist’ uses this to subtly underline the trance-like builds and shifting perspectives of their ensemble performance.
The Necks tap a rich seam of potential in their use of extended improvisation to create head-music of softly-stated power. With their absence of cheap dramatic flourishes and wearying structural complexity, they provided me with a lungful of fresh air after a recent string of somewhat stale London avant-music events, for which I am grateful.
------------------------------------------------- David Borrie 24/06/08
Labels: Chris Abrahams, David Borrie, Lloyd Swanton, London Vortex, The Necks, Tony Buck