British krautrockers Eat Lights Become Lights played a storming set at the Lexington – Keith Goldhanger was there for Louder Than War.
We imagine that in days gone by, these four lovable looking fellows possibly stood in a room and practiced and practiced and practiced this stuff driving anyone within a mile radius absolutely insane. There must be a room somewhere that was witness to four hour long jams and drum solos that just went on and on and on and on without stopping and we imagine it must have been fucking terrible.
Some of us punters don’t know we’re born. We walk into this dark room tonight and stand open mouthed as Eat Lights Become Lights go through each song with enough discipline to keep us interested, and enough tunes to keep us head nodding ,arm waving and whooping with delight. It seems the most natural thing to do when experiencing such a wonderful racket. I’m just glad they’ve realised what sort of racket we all want before turning up into our lives. Things like keeping tunes interesting and short, cutting out the crap that must have existed at one time or another and then knocking on our doors only once they’d got it all worked out to perfection.
Our job here tonight is to try and convince you, yes you that may not have a fucking clue what I’m on about so far that this band are marvellous and not a beat combo throwing out improvised hippy trippy bollocks in our direction that goes on for hours and hours.
We have two drummers in front of us who play so fast, crisp and even that we’re sure that if we were stood a mile away might be mistaken in believing all this was done on machines. Of course there’s something going on here that’s sneaking out amongst the wires next to that Laptop that the guitarist is tweaking and it’s those bits, the bleeps and the odd glitches that really are the bees knees. Techno bleeps, thumping beats and fast riffs that remind us oh so much of those Canadians HOLY FUCK who we cried and cried over a few years ago and stamped our feet in rage until they played “Lovely Allen” to give us a rest from all the instrumental grooves we found ourselves dancing to.
No singer here either.
Just four or five minute bursts of tunes that don’t all sound the same or get us fidgetting for our phones but do find us cheering the middle bits of songs that we haven’t even heard previous to this evening.
I’m told that their forthcoming album “Modular Living” isn’t even their second album. It may be their third or fourth. Pah!, I’m not here to give you a history lesson, I’m here to look forward and point you in the direction of this new album and hopefully you’ll find more venues that are accommodating this band and hear what we’ve just heard.
No vocals, no droning synths, no swathes of echo drowning out everything, no long improvised anything. Just pure snippets of uninterrupted noisy music with tunes tucked underneath that will keep us all happy.
Which is all we’re looking for really isn’t it ?
For fans of Holy Fuck and even Fuck Buttons.
Eat Lights Become Lights are bloody fab.