Saturday 23 October 2021, 7.30pm
Pleased to welcome this incendiary triple bill, featuring the return of Bristol's acerbic, politically-fuelled Harrga. The bill also features slippery avante-rock, musique concete and unforgeable sounds from London's Triple Negative; and the first show in OTO from gilgul, who delighted us with his truly macerated Takuroku release this August.
Harrga is a band formed in Bristol in 2017 by Miguel Prado (Nzʉmbe) and Dali de Saint Paul (EP/64, Viridian Ensemble, The Sound Cupboard,DSC).
In May 2019, they released Héroïques Animaux de la Misère, on Avon Terror Corps, in honour of those who burn the borders & keep indelible marks, glossolalia and xenoglossia. Diaspora of the future. Harrga means A Burn in the Moroccan Darija dialect, and also recalls the term harragas, which refers to migrants who burn their ID papers and seek asylum in Europe. The album is explicitly framed as a tribute to these asylum seekers, bearing a frenzied urgency which refuses the listener a comfortable position, with an intensity to match the similar combination of political and sonic radicalism of Moor Mother, who makes a brief contribution to the final track “À Vif”.
In May 2020, they published “Femmes d’Intérieur” on Takuroku, (Café Oto digital label) considering this time domestic abuse and exploring tropes of femininity.
Madame Tlank & Clinical Wasteman & others. Bayern Tāmaki Makaurau/northsouth London, since 1989/2003/2016.
Vulnerable adults born in the wrong place, put out too tender & possessed by spite. There’s nothing not superficial about it: an animus nursed with bad bad grace. Absentee panelbeating (Tascam stand-ins), raised voices, knock-off Glock & cheap Vamvakaristic Spiel.
Incorporates Philosophie Queen (+microcosmically: THE MEAN STREAKS). May contain traces of Heliogabalus, $urp!u$, Aufgehoben & S.P.U.D.
“Death-affirming!” - Dean ‘Sonny’ Blount
“Just stop feeding them” - Dean Swift
"it is almost impossible to believe that there is anything formulaic about Triple Negative’s music. It’s frighteningly complex, BUT there’s a radiance around their output that feels more akin to magic than science - having been playing together for near 20 years, it is in those untold hours of writing that they have developed their own dialect, one that we are only now hearing to be spoken so effortlessly. Eloquently unstructured piano and violin interplay duck and dive around No Neck Blues Band-style explosions of acoustic and electric guitar, every component regularly being thrown into a cramped East London rehearsal space with flurries of frenzied drum machines and percussive invocations. Anyway - ENOUGH ALREADY! There’s so much going on - with each listen yer mind will bear witness to the multidimensional, unfathomably ONIONATED layers of intricacy and destruction at play." - Low Company