Friday, 26 February 2016


Upset The Rhythm presents…


Saturday 9 April
DIY Space For London, 96-101 Ormside St, South Bermondsey, SE15 1TF
7.30pm | £8 | 
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THE INTELLIGENCE was born unto the world at the dawn of the 21st century and since its seen its brand of art-smarm surf become a touchstone for with-it rock n’ roll of the era. Perhaps a surprising assertion, especially considering their primitive and personal origins, but one cemented by the dedication and continual reinvention fostered by main-brain Lars Aldric Finberg. For all their longevity and prolificacy, The Intelligence is a restless, ever-evolving vehicle for Finberg, showcasing his presumably patented knack for sharp pop songwriting that rides waves from both the past and heretofore unknown. Hence the emergence of ‘Vintage Future’, the band’s latest album. Finberg has always playfully flashed fangs with The Intelligence, but the hard targeting here makes ‘Vintage Future’ the most thematically biting offering thus far. Across the record, Finberg combs over relationships, ambitions and his own values for trouble spots and indignities, highlighting his findings and skewering as needed. Jabs at the absurdities of band life have been a focus of since The Intelligence’s inception, but tunes like “Nocturnal Admissions”, “We Refuse To Pay The Dues” and “Platinum Janitor” confront living in rock n’ roll with an honesty bordering on the sadistic. Songs like “Sex” and “Whip My Valet” (the band’s most singularly aggressive and punk moment ever) manage to be intensely personal ruminations, nervously humorous and all-out rockers simultaneously, all with a wink. It’s precisely that charm coupled with intensity that makes The Intelligence so crave-worthy. Well, that and the copious panic-stabs of guitar.

THE PHEROMOANS are a six-piece experimental rock band from the South East of England who deal in a deadpan DIY music. Married to the mundane yet surreal reportage of our lives, their music manages to address the truly restless boredom and absurdity of everyday life. The Pheromoans write songs for the end of the queue, songs that prowl the periphery, songs that stand up on the bus and stare out through the window, blasted through with brilliant sprawling sunshine. Over the last nine years the band have released a slew of records, including numerous EPs, 7"s, mini-albums and LPs through labels as diverse as Night People, Convulsive, Sweet Rot, Monofonus Press, Clan Destine and Upset The Rhythm. These recordings largely focused on a ramshackle, wayward rock ethic, underpinned by lyricist Russell Walker's dry, observational musings that tread an almost diary-like path throughout the songs. Brand new album ‘I’m On Nights’ was just released through Alter and features the band stalking into a world of drum machine clicks, spaced-out keyboard ditties and ennui-soaked rhymes. 

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