Gigs

By Unknown Author

The All-Seeing I, Zodiac, Oxford

Proper! The band were bald, fat, ugly, scrawny, with bad hair. The songs were about Sheffield, people who leave Sheffield, and people who, er, come back to Sheffield. No closer to normality on stage than they are on Pickled Eggs and Sherbet, they are the best indie-house-hop situationalists currently touring. Instruments are swapped, panther-walking actions are mimed, and whoops are whooped. Their incredibly short set of (mostly) breakbeat-splattered house also witnessed dance kids and indie kids moving as one, an enormous mulletted white bloke singing with the voice of an angel, and a drone-punk anthem that would put legions of short-trousered Californians to shame. The crowd was suitably mental (must have been all Brookes students, natch), even succumbing to the MC's shameless orchestrated singalong to The Beat Goes On, and managing to deal with that time-honoured question 'do I dance or do I mosh?' during Luxury I. Totally unfashionable, totally unique and totally mind-blowing, this is house music but not as we know it. The All-Seeing I are your future for at least, oh, a week. Embrace your future. Proper!

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4th Nov 1999