Bracken And Sj Esau
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Thu 22 March 2007 // 20:00
(Thu 22nd / 8pm / £5)
A super-special showcase of the Anticon English connection: two distinctive talents who vividly echo the US collective’s sense of ‘being yourself in your bedroom with a beat running’, as Dose One would have it.
Bracken is Chris Adams from Leeds experimental troupe Hood. ‘We Know About The Need’, his Anticon debut, takes Hood’s maverick melancholy into bold new domains, sketching beautiful dubbed-out leylines around Can, Kode9 and Talk Talk. If dubstep soundtracks spacious urban desolation, Bracken’s no-name sound gives music to the quiet decay within the walls, between the floorboards.
SJ Esau’s signing to Anticon is the best Bristol music news of the millennium, and guess what? Its roots lie here at The Cube, via a support slot for label stalwart Why? in 2003. If you don’t yet know '9' (and you really should), Esau takes the perfect pop song way beyond the terrestrial, building looped sonic foundations upon which to sing his confused heart right out of his chest. ‘The epitome of modern Bristol underground pop’, purr Plan B.
A super-special showcase of the Anticon English connection: two distinctive talents who vividly echo the US collective’s sense of ‘being yourself in your bedroom with a beat running’, as Dose One would have it.
Bracken is Chris Adams from Leeds experimental troupe Hood. ‘We Know About The Need’, his Anticon debut, takes Hood’s maverick melancholy into bold new domains, sketching beautiful dubbed-out leylines around Can, Kode9 and Talk Talk. If dubstep soundtracks spacious urban desolation, Bracken’s no-name sound gives music to the quiet decay within the walls, between the floorboards.
SJ Esau’s signing to Anticon is the best Bristol music news of the millennium, and guess what? Its roots lie here at The Cube, via a support slot for label stalwart Why? in 2003. If you don’t yet know '9' (and you really should), Esau takes the perfect pop song way beyond the terrestrial, building looped sonic foundations upon which to sing his confused heart right out of his chest. ‘The epitome of modern Bristol underground pop’, purr Plan B.