“Start as you mean to go on”, could be readily applied to Kaguole’s hypnotic live set. Bold and full on, the more subtle undertones were not merely skimmed over, with an opening instrumental solo allowing the emphasis to fall evenly between the landmark percussion, intricate guitar moments and defining bass. The time and energy thrown into this commencement gave chance to appreciate the abstract complexity of it, and by the vocals kicked in – deadpan and cool – the excellence was assured. Despite Lucy’s vocals being all but drowned out, the opening set a high standard.
Whilst the music was indisputably confident, the band were far from in-your-face with it; the next song was just as dominant, though allowed the vocals to flare up and form crazy patterns where they sliced other. Imagine Jake Bugg mashed up against Sharleen Spiteri in a psychedelic blender. The vocals gave way to controlled chaos, and once again the crowd erupted into cheers. The tightest band I’ve ever seen live? Possibly.
“This is a new song, it’s about a guy called Mike. It’s called Mike,” Cai states – that’s the kind of down-to-earth they are. Each song as fantastic (I use the word in the most extreme sense – “far from reality”) at the last, the captivating lengthy tracks mingle between clarity and confusion, pulling you into the song before disassociating you from it again. It’s a musical thrill ride if there ever was one. Made Of Concrete stood out with an almost serene opening, with vocal work closer to complementary than any other track boasted.
Vibrant, disorientating and at moments simply mind boggling, like alt-j on acid the set leaps forwards; it’s not hard to see the justice in the psychedelia label. Lethargic moments lure you into the absorbing sound, with enough force to make you lose track of space and time in the bizarrities – they make brilliance look ever so simple. The penultimate song adds another twist with Lucy providing almost harsh vocals to compliment the madness, and a solid finale rounded off a top notch show.
It’s trippy, but good psychedelic music is; it’s addictive and fantastic, and one of the best live shows I’ve ever experienced (“seen” wouldn’t do it justice).