Electric Picnic 09 – Golden Animals
Looking like a mixture of Captain Caveman and Francois Hardy, Golden Animals are an unusual proposition. Pounding out primal garage rock, they shatter the serenity of the normally blissed out Body and Soul area, and more than likely melt a few heads.
Howling from beyond hell, jagged guitars pummel the audience into submission, whilst the rhythm just keeps on marching on. It’s dark, and at times recalls Jim Morrison at his self-mythologizing best, and it’s utterly perfect for this time of day. The Body and Soul area perhaps draws the biggest number of festival casualties, the sick and the damned, and those who can party no more, and a band like Golden Animals serve as a wake up call to remind us that we are at a music festival, after all. Heads are turned, eyes are rubbed, and people start to come back to life. It’s not a massive crowd, to be fair, but we all seemed to be paying attention.
The music itself is clearly ’60s influenced (as is the look of the band) but it doesn’t come across as derivative. Neither is it in thrall to the garage rock revival of the early part of this decade, as spearheaded by the White Stripes. This boy/girl duo may be thrashing through the sixties, but they sure ain’t Jack and Meg White, making the White Stripes look positively cuddly in comparison. This is the apocalyptic, ‘Altamont’ kind of sixties, and your correspondent is lapping it up.
More of this kind of thing, please.
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