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QuarTEt pERFOrmed
bY a.P.A.t.T
GT Mumbles:
By the time id arrived id had a fair few, I must
say, had absolutely no idea what to expect despite seemingly being
told everything, I sit down, I chat, and it appears nobody else has
a clue what to expect either, even the ones with designated
a.P.A.t.T bib. I cant even fathom what is going on from reading the
leaflet im given. Were sitting around, waiting, more arrive, tension
is sort of slowly rumbling as we all wait for something t to happen,
I go disappearing for a while and come back to find out its all
began, knocked me sideways, I was gone for literally 3 seconds and
Bam, everything’s seemingly in full swing. Like the whole room had
turned in my absence. Very odd indeed.
Aye it is indeed a.P.A.t.T’s ‘performance’
lovingly entitled ‘Quartet’ we are talking about. taking place at
the marvelous Liverpool Uni. Its an awesome sight the moment you
walk in, basic four wall room, draped in black, four screens on each
wall with various projections on, some poor buggers motionless
family on one, ringo star getting sodomized on another, repeatedly,
a repeated beating, and a trip through Matthew street via a Mr.
lovejoy. Its quite harrowing to the untrained eye, people in
a.P.A.t.T bibs dotted everywhere ushering folk around, a telephone
in the corner, to which one can leave a message to a Mr. Peter Paul,
one thing you notice, which is quite obviously the point, is as you
move around you manage to hear different things, there’s four fuck
off p.a. speakers in each corner blasting out various different
things, everything from synth buzz, to tape noise, sweet fun time
harmonies, clicking, banging, buzzing, whooping, and Mr. Stan
playing the hits on the harp, I don’t know where my head is at this
point, and I love it.
All of this coming from the centerpiece, a square
stage erected right in the middle of the room, containing none other
than a.P.A.t.T. who are responsible for all this. Quite frightening
in their relative motionlessness. All decked out in the usual white
attire and white eye masks. It all seems relatively simple to the
untrained eye, guitar being whacked with drum sticks once every so
often, a snare, drum kit, Dictaphone and a pint glass of bits of
things poured over a cymbal, repeatedly, but there’s definitely a
mind at work, cant be so simple if its producing something so
immense. A while of walking about sampling various delights and were
ushered out to a relatively cheap bar, which is suprising for a
university as I remember distinctly I paid 3.50 for a coke there two
years ago to see an ex jackass jump about in his own shit.
Fre(e.p.) is played over the system, but I cant
hear anything, I had a bit of an itchy arse. Then were welcomed back
in for the final part of the evening, a.P.A.t.T playing all their
hits before we get ushered out again, I get to hear the usual
favorites I cant help but sing along to even when I don’t know the
words, the blood, holy toad, bbq 2 nite, all marvelous stuff
The fact this was all free was amazing, im
astonished by the whole thing, for a ‘local’ band, though well
established, to come up with something this large is amazing, madly
impressed.
click here to watch a wee film from the night-
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