photo : John Robb
In a hail of hair, semi jammed, loose trips music and musicianship kudos, Utrecht Holland three piece Birth Of Joy are classic festival fare.
A three piece blues psychedelic trip built around a killer guitar player, a tripped out phlanged seventies Hammond organ and a jazz tinged drummer they could be fom 1973 or 2015.
It matters little.
They deliver a brilliant mid afternoon set that pulls off the trick of making the ancient seem modem and totally of the moment and their jams sound perfect in the sticky heat of late English summer wasp weather.
Named after a Nietzsche book the band are the ubermensch in flesh and their playing is perfect – a classic three piece with no hiding space and each member playing a kind of lead. The guitar is quicksilver with pealing solos and proto garage riffing, the keyboard that Leslie Speaker twist or grunting fuzzed bass end to cover lack of bass player and the polyrhythmic drummer holding it together.
They play a tripped out sound that is hypnotic and perfectly realised and in a flail classic trips skronk and acidic brilliance they managed to join the dots from early seventies, semi naked dancer mud stained festival madness to a modern post Queens Of The Stone Age desert rock ooze.