Factory Floor – live review
Brighton Concorde 2
I enter just after the band started.
And I’m instantly hypnotised by the mesmerising pulse and drone of their sound. It’s a jugganaut of a beast of sound. Huge warm and enveloping – it takes you on a trip. A stark black and white trip of pulsing, post industrial trance. This is the throbbing dark heart of rock n roll. An Apocolypse Now of noise rock and a direct descendent of the pulsing drone that has been at the heart of all great noisenik action for decades.
If the classic Joy Division first album cover image had been turned into music then this is what it would sound like.
Factory Floor have to be one of the best about to break bands in the country now. Their combination of the dirty disco of the pulsing end of post punk and the booming four to the floor bass drum of acid house and trance is stunningly effective.
The London based three piece nail the stage like a triangle, each one holding their corner in the metallic KO of their drone dance from hell. Coolly impassive and dressed in stark bohemian black, they are statically powerfully letting the avalanche of sound wash over them and do the job.
Drummer Gabriel Gurnsey holds down the motornik death disco beat- the physical backbone that lasts for well over fifteen minutes on each of the extended songs. The fantastically named NIk Void sometimes moans into the mic, sometimes she seems to be singing something and quite often just makes some electric filth for the fucked up girls and boys on her strummed, bowed or drum sticked guitar – she further manipulates this with her bank of pedals. Dom Butler completes the equation with electronics and noise creating the final third of the equation,
It’s not quite the wall of sound that this suggests. The drone is carefully constructed and ebbs and flows with the band is always in control. It makes for compulsive viewing – that combination of the band’s stoic, sexy cool and dark arts musical mantra.
Throbbing Gristle is in the equation, so are Section 25 and any other maverick English art school sound terrorists and it’s this ability to make sense of the noise that marks the band out.
This is not noise for noise sake, it’s a hypnotic, deadly, dance floor treat and what dance music should sound like instead of the wine bar, tinkly – tinkly mush that is has descended into. Factory Floor are a multilayered feedback drenched raga for the 21st century blues and the best band to venture into this corner for decades.