Roundhouse, London
Voodoo priests made of lights, scary clowns and giant robots soundtracked by war zone indie-rave … the Chemicals live up to their reputation
As TV viewers of their Glastonbury set will attest, concentrated Chemical Brothers kicks like an electronic mule. Which makes them ideal for Apple’s annual Roundhouse stint, an urban festival specialising in cramming huge shows into Camden’s esteemed barrel.
Cue a night of bone and brain-quaking rave intensity, the visuals as striking and artfully mixed as the music. Geometric lasers web the room as the crowd greet Hey Boy Hey Girl with what can only be described as a bulbous salutation. Pagan woodland gods with three-foot fingernails conduct bizarre chalice rituals along to the hallucinatory I’ll See You There. On Who Is This? a man caked head-to-foot in white powder barks furious funk gibberish into a phone, presumably chewing out Homepride’s packaging department. There are scary clowns, bursting paintballs and voodoo priests made of lights. It all feels like having Noel Fielding explode in your face.
Continue reading...by Mark Beaumont via Electronic music | The Guardian
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