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music^ 14-20 Oct 2017^ guide^30


Experimental Acid Mothers
Temple (full name: Acid Mothers
Temple & the Melting Paraiso
UFO) have gone through more
lineup changes than the Fall and
have a similarly massive back
catalogue. Their infamous brand
of face-meltingly heavy Japanese
psychedelic rock averages a few
releases a year, and their sound is
equalled by suitably trippy album
titles that include 41st Century
Splendid Man, Dark Side 0f the
Black Moon: What Planet Are We
On?, and Astrorgasm From the
Inner Space. Tune in, freak out,
get cosmic. Jennifer Lucy Allan
London, Sat; Ramsgate, Sun;
Norwich, Mon; Birmingham,
Tue; Lewes, Wed; Bristol, Thu;
touring to 29 Oct


Acid Mothers Temple
On tour


JazzPianist-composer Lucian
Ban, and pitch-bending New
York viola player Mat Maneri,
have shuffled everything from
Romanian wedding songs to
Schoenberg’s serialism in their
long association, but they have
their own kind of 21st-century
blues, too; as does the seminal
UK saxophone original Evan
Parker, who joins them in the
hauntingly lyrical Sounding Tears
Trio. The three participants have
different ideas about musical
dialectics, but that’s what
gives this uncompromisingly
adventurous group its
accessibility. John Fordham
The Vortex, N16, Thu; The Lab,
Birmingham, Fri


TRACK OF THE WEEK


L7 Dispatch from Mar-a-Lago
Remember that beautiful time
we called the 90s when rage
was all the, well, rage? To
remind you, grunge gorgons
L7 are back with three perfect
punk minutes of distortion-
soaked ultra-violence.
Dispatch ... is an imagined
tweet-fl urry from Trump’s
Florida country club (“Mogul’s
in deep shit, he’s all alone”)
as a decidedly un-snowfl akey
mob storm the gates. Camp,
cathartic as hell, and with all
the mad-eyed humour and
fury of women who can’t
believe they’re still having
to protest this shit.

Collective X Take a Moment
More politics here because,
well, 2017. Collective X are
a group of international
musicians, curated by
Tottenham-raised Iraqi
composer Alya Al-Sultani
in response to Brexit. Their
music is a Funkadelic-ish
political pamphlet with
smooth jazz vocals dipping
the whole thing in melted
chocolate. It’s a fun mob and
this single begs you to join the
party; “Take a moment to fi nd
your smile/ Take a moment
to fi nd your power”. So, er ...
thanks Brexit, I guess?

J Balvin and Willy William ft
Beyoncé Mi Gente And when
the world continues to leave
you gibbering with horror,
another thing to do is slap on
the Beyoncé fi lter. All profi ts
from this bandwagon-jumping
reggaeton remix of the
summer’s Spanish-language
smash go to post-hurricane
humanitarian relief eff orts in
the Caribbean. As a bonus,
it honks like a funky goose,
features future superstar Blue
Ivy and demands you dance
badly around your kitchen.
Slay, etc.

Terror Jnr Fight and Fuck
The label on the tin suggests
another angry lady-banger,
but Fight and Fuck is actually
an atmospheric raw-nerve of
feelingz-pop. “All I want is
somebody to love ... It can’t
be good for us if all we do
is fi ght and fuck” warbles
Lisa Vitale, yearning for a
relationship to move beyond
the exhausting fi reworks
stage and into the comforting
realm of box sets, matching
slankets and a Charlie
Bigham’s fi sh pie for two.

Michael Jackson Thriller
(Steve Aoki Midnight
Hour Remix) The world is
divided into people who
like Stranger Things, and
people who thought it was
like being yelled at in the
pub by an excited man with
an I Love The 80s Twitter
feed. “Remember ET?!” Me,
whimpering: “Yes, of course,
please stop spitting crisps at
me.” This nostalgia-bothering
Jive Bunny-ing of Michael
Jackson’s Halloween anthem
is like that, but on a massive
dose of fashionable rave
drugs. Spooktacularly
pointless 

Evan Parker, Lucian Ban,
Mat Maneri On tour


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