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Lapsus Linguae have two faces. The one on record shows their gentler side, with the classical piano sharing equal limelight with the other normal instruments of a rock band, and the result is a nice mix of styles with a soft Glaswegian accent providing the vocals. In the live arena, however, you are lifted off your feet and taken on the ride of a lifetime. Nothing, and I mean nothing; can prepare you for the visual and aural assault on your senses. Not content with merely playing out their tunes, they fight and struggle to be heard over each other, with the piano being crushed with the sounds of the bass, drums and guitars. Instruments are swapped and abused at regular intervals, as are the vocal sections. Sometimes its just beautiful and other times it just descends into a white noise. Combined with this, there is the sight of the bass guitarist falling onto the piano player in the middle of a song, probably as part of an in house game to put each other off. Regular instances of filling the mouth with water, before unleashing a massive spay onto a fellow players face, seem the norm, as is spitting at each other. The bass player is literally all over the pace - his place seems to be marked out at front of the stage, but he can't stand there for more than two minutes, before charging into the four corners of the stage, and generally unsettling the audience. You can forget those American heroes of the music press, The Strokes and The White Stripes. We have a band that more than matches these two for raw energy and true garage style, and they're only living north of the border. skippy |