GOAT
– Live at The Roundhouse Camden 3rd
October 2014
I
arrive in Camden amongst a rabble of street dwellers, ticket touts,
and impressively dressed punters; already a hive of activity the
Roundhouse still appears piping hot after a whole month of artists
performing at the iTunes festival throughout September. Inclusive of
a fine array of acts having played last month, GOAT must surely
banquette on this energy, relishing every moment of their headlining
show.
I
overhear conversations surrounding the hype behind the Swedish
experimental fusion band. Their consummation of the main stage at
last years Glastonbury festival, sublime superlatives on their Jools
Holland show and nominations for album of 2012, this band needed no
predecessors to get things cooking on stage this evening.
After
superb performances from support acts The Lay Llamas and Les Big
Bird, the house of round now packed to the rafters. Anticipation
reaches climatic proportions as the band don the stage to rapturous
applause, for whom the bell tolls as they enthusiastically launch
into opening track Talk to God. Groovy riffs and frantic
dancing, the band demonstrate their versatility by playing hits off
their record 'World music'. Crowd folk dance and sway, pulling
all manner of shapes and simply going wild for the instrumental
compositions and vocal witchery from the ferociously funky hepdomad
psych rockers.
Let
it Bleed is a stonking anthem, a fans favourite with remnants of
Death in Vegas, the atmosphere is electrifying. Disco fever
hails percussive prowess in a sea of blues riffery as the two masked
female front ladies are emphatically full of energy and curiosity,
dressed to extremity in a wondrous display of colours and mystique.
GOAT's costume and props wardrobe must occupy half of the tour bus!
The
resounding phrase 'Boy you better run to your momma now'
repeats as the accented horde sing along when the track finishes a
cappella, repeating until a thrashy Djembe rings aloud, holler tribal
screams emanate wall to wall of the circular setting. Epic wizardry
displaying whirly-gig grooves as flamboyant dance totemic swaggery
fills the room to the sounds of Hide from the sun and Words.
Magnificent melodies come
from the effeminate dames as they shake their maracas along to
Goatslaves.
I
look to the left and I spot an over enthused punter climbing up one
of the Colosseum style beams to get a better view of the stage. They
flamboyantly thrash a free arm that pounds the air in jubilation,
there is something magical in the air.
Instrumental
repetition, beats of the drum thumps through my rib cage as the
middle eastern influence transports us all into a trance of hypnoses
and just as I find I'm dancing uncontrollably, an emboldened fella
standing next to me tells me he needed a partner in crime to get
closer to the front for the last few songs... In a heart beat I agree
as we squeeze through to get as near to to the front as possible,
situated front centre the in-house PA shows what it's made of when
GOAT play out an energetic encore of Golden dawn and The
sun the moon.
There
is mystique behind their line up as the question must be 'Who are the
talented musicians behind the masks!?'
Long
may GOAT carry on grazing on mystical propriety and voodoo witchery.
Whilst moon doth glow and sun may show, they must play upon the
grassy knoll until the Cow's Goat's come home..
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