There's life in Death after seven-year gap
Published 08/05/2012 | 08:00
Pop music should try and engage the mind as well as the crotch, which makes the recent fusion of dance, electronica and psychedelia - pioneered by Death in Vegas - such a welcome feature.
There was a certain grandeur to Death in Vegas's instrumental overture, with its wash of synths, spacey guitars and the band silhouetted with moody lighting.
It was a clear indication that this was to be more than just your average gig, and there was also the matter of new music to unearth - the band having just returned with album Trans-Love Energies after a seven year gap.
Best of the recent material was Your Loft My Acid, with its swooping vocals and hooky chorus.
More familiar material, such as Dirge, brought a cheer, but occasionally the experimentation risked a degree of alienation.
But a distinctly perky Hands Around My Throat reminded us that there was a pop band under the dry ice, setting up a ravey finale to a gig that was by turns infuriating, sometimes beautiful, but always hypnotic.