Let’s Eat Grandma review – a singular, genre-blurring vision | Musique Non Stop


Sunday, June 5, 2016

Let’s Eat Grandma review – a singular, genre-blurring vision

Electrowerkz, London
Norwich’s otherworldly teenage friends veer between breathtakingly original… and too infantile for their own good

Backlit, the much-hyped Norwich teen duo Let’s Eat Grandma start their set in a blur of whirling long hair and hands playing pat-a-cake in the gloom, an enigma wrapped in creepy infantilism. The depth-charge beats of their extraordinary debut single, Deep Six Textbook – imagine Cocteau Twins playing trip-hop, or early Joanna Newsom gone witch house – lend a grown-up, funereal edge to the playground pastime, without quite tipping over into the gothic. This is the single that sent ripples around the internet on its release in February, alerting the wider world to strange and original goings-on out east. It is every bit as beguiling live.

With their faces often obscured as they play keyboards or glockenspiel, the two 17-year-old friends are virtually indistinguishable, layering their treated vocals over one another until they have an echo chamber. I happen to know they look more like young women in 2016 than feral orphans from 1916, but that’s just because I saw them outside the tube station earlier wearing fierce blue eyeshadow, their hair up in lush top-knots.

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