EWAN CAMERON witnesses a political farce that lacks a clear message
Damo Suzuki
Lexington, London
A SINGLE, drawn-out note, reverberating around the room, heralds the start of something and, as the sound builds, the small stage at London’s Lexington starts to fill.
The note from the keyboard player is joined by the beat of a drum, then a bass adds to the groove, before two more musicians on keys and a lead guitarist complete the mix, but it’s only when a sylph-like Damo Suzuki walks on stage that the room really rises.
Standing there as the maelstrom of music envelops him and his swirling grey hair, he launches into the first and perhaps what may be the only track, calling, cawing and getting an avid audience rapt and ready to rock out.
MIK SABIERS revels in a band that ploughs an idiosyncratic furrow of expletive laden, guitar-driven alt rock
PETER MASON thrills to the sound of south London-born Yussef Dayes, and the galaxy of musicians drawn into his orbit
CHRIS SEARLE recommends a new album featuring Pat Thomas and Ahmed, and marvels at the tempestuous power of a live performance
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