Our friends Baest were in sparkling form at an almost-cabaret bill in aid of a shamefully-forgotten charity at the Old Boy's Club near Gillett Square in Dalston a couple of weeks ago.Dense sheets of guitar texture did that is-it-a-wave-or-is-it-a-particle? thing and kept the ebb and flow of the tracks running without ever really having to do anything as crass as sound like there was the hitting of a chord or picking an arpeggio.
There was an even denser world of Laptopiary; I was hearing the carefully-judged breakbeat techno of Finitribe and laser-guided pop dynamics of 'Technique' for the first track or 2, until the electronics and guitar began to speak to each-other properly and the sound became it's own.
Lovely stuff!
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