This was the launch party for The Sea Sang Screaming the debut album by Bad Fractals being released by Creation Youth Records on May 15th and was being held in the hot sweaty basement of The Seabright Arms in Chi Chi Hackney, my album review will be along in a couple of weeks.
By the time Bad Fractals came on the sweat was running down the walls, ready for Bang Crosby to declare he was ready to Kiss Me Quick as they unleashed the mayhem, of fractured riffs and trembling bass totally in our faces. After Bing welcomed us all and thanked us for showing up for the album launch, he started ranting about being discombobulated as part of the intro to Disco Devils that had pin sharp drumming driving it on, having a hardcore acid punk disco edge and to start to get the room moving with them.
They were hoping they might have clean pillowcases rather than Dirty White Toads that sounded cataclysmic in how the synths drove through the splenetic guitars frying our minds. Bing made clear that he thought no one in the Seabright Arms were lazy, while introducing Free Range, that seemed to have it in for the more idle parts of the population, this dripped with bile and acid drenched riff and roll.
What You Looking At? Well the bassist's hat, trying to work out what other bands I've seen him play with, while the groove under the mad guitars made sure loads of the audience were dancing along to this wonderfully insane tune.
Of course they were looking to get high as kites on Chemical Weddings that seems to be about the sort of liaison you have driven on by the chemicals you've ingested, this suggested they were at the bottom of a k-hole again. They were soon Rising up ready to overthrow anyone trying to stop them being the nutters they want to be, with bags of energy and dark intent. Still they had been caught acting like sluts again doing the Walk Of Shame up the Hackney Road, trying not to slip into one of the gentleman's clubs along the way, this was tight as can be for such a sloppy adventure.
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Bing acknowledged his inner cowboy on Half Price Paradise that sounds like the mantra we had back when I worked in Brick Lane market as a kid, they just wanted to be paid something for all this effort, while telling us that they were about done, but not before making an appointment with the Soothsayer who will help bring some relief for the noise infected trip we were all on. They closed by having a right old pop at the Taxman, who was no doubt chasing them for more cash. The audience went a little nuts and after some band intros they encored with what I guessed was A Drill but not of the military sort they had sparked some energetic dancing and gone down a treat.
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