Liverpool Music Week 2014: Hookworms, Mind Mountain, Cavalier Song: The Kazimier, Liverpool


Hookworms live at The Kazimier

Hookworms head up a ferocious affair in Liverpool, Getintothis’ Mark Greenwood reports on his worst modernist nightmare – and it’s positively dreamy.

It’s an unusually warm night scurrying down from the Roscoe Head fuelled on some over hoppy Cheshire Ale.

Getintothis seek to attain a level of immediacy and realism despite a line-up of prog-singed psychedelic. After a week of drone-entrenched antics we’re eager to explore the more esoteric tropes of a Liverpool alt-psych domain.

Cue Cavalier Song, a kind of punk-stained King Crimson full of irregular time signatures, discordant harmonies and pentatonic stretching.

Cavalier Song create a distinct buzz in the Kazimier, their dark and dynamic requiems exploring notions of the chaotic and grotesque. Cracked cymbals and visible effects add a post-Brechtian performance dimension where odd-chords are dichotomised with minimal rhythmic treatments and sparse movements.

Creepy and obdurate, spoken un-languages sync with loops of uncertainty and modern dystopian rhetoric.

Cavalier Song

Cavalier Song

Mind Mountain are relentless as ever, coasting through dark cosmic plains, keyboard scapes and hard guitars.

Sabbath meets Hawkwind in a Crimson melt with enough reserve to kick on through mellow lapses to heavy drone obliteration.

The trio hum like multi-stellar space machine and Joe Hiron’s guitar playing is enough to drool over in quasi-schizoid paralysis. Accomplished, virtuosic and solid, they immerse themselves in dark rituals tinged with trad-prog.

Hirons offers extended Zappa-esque solos that carry a narrative of intra-stellar sex and space cowboy charisma in a dystopian oasis of Pan-American psyche burn out.

Mind Mountain

Mind Mountain

Hookworms have a hooligan quality tonight.

The sound is driving and vocals empowering with appropriate cosmic visuals. Sonic palimpsests reveal hard psych underpinned by a hard-core-punk ethos.

The band materialise as repetition in pure essence, mechanical and machine-like with shades of post-humanism embroiled in a disembodied voice that storms crosses the Pennines.

The band induces a spectacular psychosis as melodies collide in clusters of analogue drone and excited bass-lines suspended in glitch architecture of our worst modernist nightmares. Each number revels in a kind of post-industrial jouissance, a series of cum-shots strewn across a Kazimier crowd transfixed by analogue and sonic distortion. We fucking love this band who appear to merge the hypnotic self-awareness with energetic hyper-activity and street-wise credulity.

What else is there to say in retrospect to a fine line-up of bands that each threaten to ionise psych, heavy, punk/hard-core crossovers? Perhaps the urge to dig deeper and meditate on such a line-up of bands is contradictory to a live music form that reviles in audience consumption and un-cool affective response?

Pictures Getintothis‘ Martin Waters.