First up for the night were Margins, a local post-rock band. It’s easy to tell they’re post-rock – they play songs with slow build-ups such as on – œevery song they played’, with rhythm and solo guitar divisions being inapplicable, and of course no vocals. In fact even at the end of their set when they tried to use a mic it failed. Of course this isn’t to say they’re not original, with guitar switching between minor chord folk to atonal soundscaping, funk drumming mixed with melodica on _ Break_, and dual bases intermingling with a deep hypnotic pulse such as on Shot – giving the band a sound that’s a cross somewhere between Mogwai, Slint, and the Dirty Three (minus the violin of course). Speaking of minus the violin…

Next up was Mick Turner of Dirty Three fame for his set, accompanied by drummer Michael Noga, and his loop station. What does Mick sound like solo you ask? Well if you imagine seeing the Dirty Three which has Warren Ellis passed out beforehand somewhere (let’s say, in a bush) and Mick Turner has a loop station, and you’d be almost spot on. Despite original, interesting chord progressions on Neither Here Nor There and Mick’s talented playing, the pieces were often too long or too repetitive, and the bowed guitar when used wasn’t so great either. Speaking of (bad segues and) bands who use bows…

Bridezilla took to the flower covered stage and began with Luna. It’s clear that despite juggling the recording of their first LP and touring around the world with the All Tomorrows Parties festival the band have only gained from their extensive work. The thing you notice most about Bridezilla is how well crafted each song is, even on an instrumental interlude song like Soft Porn everything interlinks so well, from Holiday Sidewinder’s breathy howl to the ten second sax bridge. Even the drummer’s parts have their own personality, such as on Forth & Fine, where they sound simultaneously classical and tribal.

While older songs where there for older fans such as Heart You Hold the new stuff is just as great. The fantastic Tailback has this instantly catchy boppy riff., but the highlight of the night was the encore which featured old staples Brown Paper Bag and St. Francine which the violinist and saxophonist rocked the balls out of in a squealing cacophony of madness and ecstasy. I guess this means they’re officially indie darlings now, right?

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