Fat Worm of Error @ Nice 'N' Sleazy
Well… they got here from Massachusetts, so someone must be buying it
| 06 Jan 2008
Its 3pm on a Saturday and That Fucking Tank (4/5), yet another brilliantly offbeat musical car-crash from the disproportionately productive English hovel of Leeds, have wound their way north for a matinee performance to a groggy Sleazy's. Swinging wildly between lethargic jazz and crushing art-punk, the baritone guitar bends and grinds against the minimalist kit. Meanwhile, recently re-united collaborator (and ex-member of Dananananaykroyd) Giles Bailey shrewdly wraps words around the shifting time signatures and helps TFT maintain both their momentum and the audience's attention throughout.
After such an immense display, headliners Fat Worm of Error (2/5) are spectacularly underwhelming. Whimsical, unstructured meanderings narrated by falsetto squeals and random nihilistic gibberish from men in strange outfits; they perfectly showcase the esoteric – some would say rubbish - side of Load Records and bring to mind the Butthole Surfers' notorious Locust Abortion Technician album being covered by a drunken skiffle band. Well… they got here from Massachusetts, so someone must be buying it. [Austin Tasseltine]
After such an immense display, headliners Fat Worm of Error (2/5) are spectacularly underwhelming. Whimsical, unstructured meanderings narrated by falsetto squeals and random nihilistic gibberish from men in strange outfits; they perfectly showcase the esoteric – some would say rubbish - side of Load Records and bring to mind the Butthole Surfers' notorious Locust Abortion Technician album being covered by a drunken skiffle band. Well… they got here from Massachusetts, so someone must be buying it. [Austin Tasseltine]