When I was a younger lad, time-signatures meant more to me than anything else. A band’s merit could be judged pretty accurately on the complexity of the time-signature adopted, and would increase exponentially the number of times it changed in a song. Add in a polyrhythm or three, and you had me running around my room in near orgiastic fervor, proclaiming in a high, croaky voice of belated puberty and over-excitement, that said band was the modern disciple of Schoenberg. (More …)
The experience of seeing Boris live is completely mind-bending – an energy that spreads through your entire body. The sheer enormity of their music and the intensity of the sounds they make is the ultimate musical body buzz. It’s rare to be blown away by the sheer intensity of a sound – a sound that is heavy and noisy, but at times also beautiful and even melodic. Armed with a gong, a double-neck guitar, another bass, angelic female back-up vocals, a howling drummer, and righteous riffs, Boris will affect you. Whether it’s in a sweaty club in Tokyo, a holiday park in England or a park in Austin, TX, Boris’ intensity is infectious. You may need to take a seat. (More …)
