Big Sexy Noise @ The Ruby Lounge, Manchester – live review
Big Sexy Noise ”âThe Ruby Lounge, Manchester
Saturday 30th June 2012
Primitive. Brutal. Confrontational
I know Guy Manchester reviewed (LTW review)ÃÂ Big Sexy Noise only yesterday; but this is Lydia Lunch ”â one of the most influential artists of the last 30+ years so she deserves a little extra attention, in addition I too had never seen Ms Lunch live and was filled with mixed emotions ”â excitement, expectation perhaps trepidation ”â Lunch is loudly preceded by her formidable reputation and with Big Sexy Noise essentially being Gallon Drunk in all but name this all too short run of live dates promised to be something rather special, and according to the No Wave Nostradamus herself “It’s time to stop complaining, quit your crying and embrace the coming End Times. Let’s fucking rock”Â
And rock is just what Big Sexy Noise do; tonight and once again operating as a three piece (minus Terry Edwards), Mama Lunch resplendent in a shimmering black cocktail dress steps forward from the shadows, stage front a lectern on which rests a bundle of lyrics, to her left James Johnston, at the rear Ian White hunkered behind his kit.
With a barely noticeable nod from White, Johnston began to pummel his guitar; he’s instantly alive, energy coursing through him, he contorts himself over his guitar which relents and offers up searing shards in submission. White commences the precision perfect back drop, a huge solid thumping beat before Lunch accepts the challenge with relish. Her voice is incredibly strong, these days it’s more of a guttural roar than the banshee wail of yore, it fits perfectly with the primitive, even primal twisted blues that Johnston is wrangling from his Fender.
Big Sexy Noise are loud, they are dirty ”â they have crafted a raw brutal music that is shot ridden with carnal desires “we do a lot of love songs”Â remarks Lunch “well actually, we do a lot of FUCK songs”Â as she corrects herself before opening ”ËYour Love Don’t Pay My Rent’ picking out a couple of male audience members for special ”Ëcharacter building’ attention ”â they try to look nonchalant, I bet they were ready to piss their pants..Lunch is clearly up with modern political correctness as she corals a few female audience members and suggests they join her “lesbo coven”Â ”â more pissing ensues!
This is rock ”Ën’ roll in its purest intense form; guitar, drum and voice ”â anything else would be superfluous, there are no niceties, it’s not subtle, Lunch’s lyrics are pure confrontation based on a life that has experienced sexual partners of each gender, she has performed sexual acts on film, experimented with every illicit substance and flirted with mental issues ”â her delivery is full of menace, she literally broods and the crowd love it for those very reasons, in turn Lunch lets down her guard – there is banter with the crowd as she cackles “It’s great to be back…though I can’t remember the last fucking time I was here”
Big Sexy Noise create a solid impenetrable wall of black cloying noise; watching the three of them it’s clear they are tight, a formidable unit with no room for ego’s, each constituent as crucial as the other no matter what their individual reputations would have you believe…Big Sexy Noise are possibly the most accurately named band, and are without doubt one of the most vital operating…go see them now.