Live and Direct with Kontakte
A few months back I had the privilege of playing a gig at goonite in London with Kontakte and The Lightshines. I played a couple of new songs during which I made only a few mistakes, I got a smattering of applause and a few free orange juices for my trouble and most importantly I had the pleasure of seeing Kontakte in action.
Ian was one of the first people to befriend me on myspace and, without engaging in the common myspace practice of insincere overenthusiasm, has always been very supportive of my work. During our acquaintance Kontakte has developed from a solo ‘electronica’ project to a fusion of electronics, post rock guitars, krautrock and shoegaze sensibilities; Ian’s driving bass being a constant. I can’t remember all the song titles but I do remember they played much of their recent album on drifting falling, ‘Soundtracks to Lost Road Movies’ and finished with a new song that I later described approvingly to Ian as sounding like Kontakte playing a pop song. The guitars were sometimes very loud, sometimes very subtle, the beats were driving and the songs full of feeling and emotion, epic and intimate. You can’t see Kontakte playing live for the time as they are having a break from live performance at the moment but you can buy a copy of the album, which contains 6 great tracks and a remix of each track by artists ranging from Tim Holmes to Matt Bartram and even includes my mix of Life’s Road Movies. I gave it a kraut pop sheen and some squiggly moog action and I’m happier with the results than any other remix I’ve done.
Back to the gig…Well after my set I had the pleasure of meeting Fabrice L’Olive who is an even older mysapce friend, his alter ego Paris Slang, who took the great live photos in this blog, and watched a fine set by The Lightshines accompanied by an orange juice or three. Later, after the excellent previously described Kontakte set, we all piled into the van for the long, late night multi drop off. Unfortunately, on executing a 180 degree turn there was a huge crash. A minor altercation with someone outside over we all piled out of the van only to fear the worst as the bike lay in a heap on the floor and with no sign of the rider we feared he might be under the van. In fact it transpired police had been tracking the bike and eyewitnesses said he had been speeding without lights on. Miraculously he landed on his feet after the crash and as soon as someone said they were phoning the police he ran off, presumably because he was drunk or stole the bike or both. It took a while for the police to confirm all the details but after an hour or so they told us to go on our way and we all piled back in the van somewhat shaken. I finally hit the floor I shared with their pet rabbit, Stephen, in Ian and his partner, Daniela’s flat at 4am and got a couple of hours sleep before starting the long journey back to Cornwall (of course including a lengthy wait at Victoria which allowed for 2 coffees in a conveniently situated Costa Coffee).
Rock and Roll, that’s where I’m coming from!