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Dripping copious after pasta sweat and hiking over a bridge with ample rock swing, the doors to the Old Chapel of Newington College were still open. Short cause for pause and a little uncertainty on their end sees tickets won finally make collection. No cameras allowed, they plea, fearful of souls being captured, even without a blinding flash.
Quiet stays the hall for an inordinate amount of time. Voices whisper in another room entirely. The faint echoes of their voices revealing a look at the shadows. Crashing through the silence, timpanis and cymbals gently crack the air.
Playful and with a sense of one-upping, the two front and centre bring channel about the next iteration of wavering ripples of sound in the tight and stuff air. Chains over the floor, thunder rumbles over a big bass drum and the chaotic smashing of a monster instrument not unlike a xylophone or glockenspiel feature during the night's main course.
Smells within the walls irradiate to a strange behaviour, religious of note and hinting of a particular sandalwood riff.
Unknowing is key with many of the beats and taps on metal and wood following a structure not entirely clear. Blathering gibberish toward the end is a most exotic feel toward the whole concept of percussion. Of vocal flexing that is rudimentary, devolved and intrinsically interesting in its execution.
Quite the interesting night of sounds. Strangers step aside on invitations and avert looks of awkwardness leaving open the chance for another attempt.
Soon Van - Sunday, 7 August 2005 - 03:47
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