The Other Tribe//Mausi//Object Object//The Chancers
So last Saturday, camera in hand, I headed down to The Haunt for The Other Tribe, mainly due to them being flanked by the ever brilliant Object Object, but the headliners themselves on top of the cracking Mausi were a bonus too.
The Chancers were genre confused to say the least. Were they 80s Human League-esque synthpop or were they harsh 70s punk? The singer/synthesist definitely didn’t know that one. Were they indie rock? The guitarist definitely thought so. Were they hardcore dance Hadouken! type breakdown killers? The drummer had some ideas. The bassist was stuck somewhere inbetween and the result was helpless. Get rid of yer singer and then help sort yourselves out, til then, keep dreaming kids.
Object Object came next, and they are still very much brilliant. I’ve been playing the EP countlessly because it’s rare I find a new band I really have a high amount of faith of originality in and this is one of those occassions. Their distinct sound live is only what can be described in short as a completely organised mess of distorted sonicscape – the kind that drones along – not in a boring, durgey way but in a entirely innovative one. Overlay it with the sweetly clean vocals of frontwoman Amy Montague and you’re onto a winner.
Two strings even snapped in unison midshow but the group appeared not even remotely phased, as with the crowd, grabbed some new guitars and thundered back into the likes of Wasted Youth without a hint of doubt. They certainly have endless potential and the first disaster group only emphasised that further, bright young things and all that.
Mausi were up in no time. I hadn’t listened to them prior to the gig so had no idea what to expect, based on the first acts in comparison to the headliners, let’s face it, it could’ve been anything. We were in luck once again though as the American trio came on and took the tone from muffled rock to complete unadultered dance – I’ve not quite seen a crowd transcend from moshing to camp disco mode in quite such little time, not that that was ever going to be a bad thing.
We quickly had them sussed on the fact that all their song titles were infact commands of the disco style – M O V E and a song that only appeared to contain the lyric “DANCE DANCE DANCE DANCE” but absolutely nowhere seemed to care – they were somewhere inbetween the indie synths of Passion Pit and the raw poppy edge of Sophie Elis Bextor with some house lines thrown in for good measure. Just incredible fun really, and entirely impossible to photograph, i ended up giving up in favour to give in to aforementioned lyrics after about 3 tracks, utter brilliance.
Finally, The Other Tribe graced the stage, donned with tribal warpaint and a thousand assorted wooden blocks of percussion lined up, ready for action. They kept up the disco tempo and from the off threw out their best tracks, I still can’t quite get over how similar they are too Fenech-Soler, if maybe a little more brilliant – the summer vibes were definitely in full flow – slightly strange when the realisation you’re stood in an underground nightclub on the coldest Saturday night by the sea all spring slowly kicks in.
Every track they have is gold dust, especially live and in succession they were all released much to the crowd’s amazement, it all seamlessly blurred into one endless incredible house-y dance mix by Dance With Your Feet and nobody seeemed to really know, or mind, what they were actually playing as the entire band stormed the stage with the best dance moves this side of, well, britpop reunions?
Skirts was soon unleashed, everyone knew what that one was, and accordingly went insane, again by this point the photographer was defeated once again, i am never going to succeed at this lark, the music’s just too good to ignore. After that they played a new seemingly brilliant blur of synthy experimental percussion breakdowns with those prevailing vocals and ran offstage, leaving behind a very confused, but too happy to care, crowd. The source of confusion was the fact no encore ensued despite the fact we were all enjoying ourselves too much to notice they’d only actually played about 8 songs, not dissimilar to the preceding supports, and it was only actually ten o’clock – that’s very early for a 4 band gig you have to understand. Anyway, eventually brains were pieced back together in the line for the cloakroom, photos despaired over too, and back into the cold we headed.
It wasn’t exactly how i’d envisioned a Saturday night to go, but it was certainly the right way to spend it indeed.
If you’re quick The Other Tribe are playing Deaf Institute in Manchester tonight, Mausi may be supporting too I’m told if you’re very lucky, and I’d very highly recommend it, if you’re not so quick on it, there’s an assortment below.
02nd May: The Exchange, Bristol
04th May: The Masked Ball, Helston, Cornwall
10th May: The Lounge, Christchurch SU, Canterbury
11th May: Kasbah, Coventry